作词 : GLC/Paul Wall/Kanye West

作曲 : Kanye West/Paul Wall/GLC

编曲 : Kanye West

制作人 : Kanye West

(Hook: Kanye West)

Drive slow, homie

Drive slow, homie

You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie

You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

(Verse 1: Kanye West)

My homie Mali used to stay at 79th and May

One of my best friends from back in the day

Down the street from Calumet, a school full of Stones

He nicknamed me K-Rock so they would leave me alone

Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off

And walked around the mall with his radio face off

Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand

Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man

Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices

Drove by the teachers, even more by polices

How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away

Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin'

Al B. Sure ***** with the hair all wavy

Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy

Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty

Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby

See back-back then-then, if you had a car

You was the Chi-Town version of Baby

And I was just a virgin, a baby

One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy

I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked

Felt like I was almost signed when the **** got cranked

We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall

They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all

With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but dog

**** all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers

So put me on with these hoes, homie

He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie

(Hook: Kanye West)

Drive slow, homie

Drive slow

You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie

You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

(Verse 2: Paul Wall)

What it do? I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk waving

The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing

Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac

Trunk open, screens on, neons lit with fifth relaxed

I'm on a mission for dime-pieces and sexy ladies

Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes

It's a star-studded event when I valet park

Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark

You see them fours crawling? You see them screens falling?

The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'

I'm leaning on the switch, sitting crooked in my slab

But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab

A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla

Ridin' something candy coated, crawling like a caterpillar

I'm tipping on them fours, I'm jamming on that Screw

I'm looking for them hoes, baby, what it do? Drive slow, homie

(Interlude: GLC)

Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes

Drive slow, homie

If you're riding around the city with nowhere to go

Drive slow, homie

Live today, cause tomorrow, man, you never know

You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie

You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

(Verse 3: GLC & Kanye West)

My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib

I got more TVs in here than where I live

And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the ****

And everything I flip, you know it's something serious

I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims

I got the baller genetics, baby it's evident

You see a player flicking, and how you ain't convinced

That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil bit (just a lil bit)

I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain

My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings

They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king

With that mean lean, smoking on that finest Cali green

My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues

My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes

I sold O's, and this I know

When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow

(Hook)

Drive slow, homie

Drive slow, homie

You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie

You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

Drive slow, homie