Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

"The Peoples Champ"

[Intro: Kanye West]
 Drive slow homey... drive slow homey...
 You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
 You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey


[Kanye West]
 My homie Marley used to stay, Sunny 9th 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'd 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 the leases, he had dreams of Caprices
 Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
 How he get the cash the day his father passed away
 Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
 Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
 Hit Lakeshore 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 shit got cranked
 We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
 They had they Lakers and our Royals, we was hurtin 'em all
 With the girls a lot of flirtin involved, but dawg
 Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryin to get in some drawers, so
 Put me on with these hoes homey
 He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homey


[Chorus: Kanye West]
 Drive slow homey... (drive slow)
 You never know homey, about these hoes homey
 You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey


[Paul Wall]
 What it do; I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin
 The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin
 Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'llac
 Trunk open, screens on, neon's 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 fo's crawlin, you see them screens fallin
 The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin
 I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
 But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
 A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
 Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar
 I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw
 I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do


[Chorus: GLC]
 Drive slow homey... turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
 Drive slow homey... if you ridin around the city with nowhere to go
 Drive slow homey... live today cause tomorrow man, you never know...


[Kanye West]
 You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
 You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey


My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
 I got mo' TV's in here than where I live


[GLC]
 And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
 And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious
 I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
 I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
 You see a player flickin, 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, smokin 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' homey drive slow


[ad libs singing]


[Kanye - slowed way down]
 Drive slow homey... drive slow homey...
 You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
 You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
 Drive slow homey