[Produced by 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: FerDeRuijter]
Yeah you know how we do
Me and my homie Gamemaster
Ridin' in the lowrider, we got everything we want
Yeah we made it, these hoes wanna go with us
They see what we got
f**ed that b**h pa**ed her to my homie
But wait this sh** is a slow vibe let me feel it
"You never know, homie, might need some hoes, homie"
That's what I said to my homie when he had a hard time
Yeah, 'cause we..
[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 2: Hoshi]
Drive slow, Kanye, don't ever play yourself
Driving slow with all of the lights out
Only a teen, so I ain't taking pints out
Four in the morning, raves on at nights out
I'm a genius, so you better call Arab Attack
Stopped making songs for a while, but now I'm back
With Game and the newb on this track
I'll admit I s** at rapping so stop giving me flack
[Verse 3: Heir Jordan Music]
You know, I like to drive slow
When I'm out on parole
Creepin', making b**hes scream
And climb up the f**ing light pole
Otherwise, there's the highly likely sized
Chance that I'm flying at 190 down I-85
Too hot, I melt iron
They said he had no fire inside ‘em
But when I roll up, I blind 'em
They're always full of sh** and talking it
They're always on the “he used to have the game, but now he lost the b**h”
Used to have the magic, but he forgot the trick
Y'all done set the wick
And I'm just waiting for it to get to the stick
Wow, how unfortunate
Another set of dumb f**s taking a style by destroying and forging it
You'll lose the race rabbit, I tortoise it
Continue to k** the game, I'm morphing, b**h
And that's just what it is
[Interlude: GLC]
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
If you're riding around the city with nowhere to go
Live today, cause tomorrow, man, you never know
[Hook]
[Bridge: Kanye West]
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got more TVs in here than where I live
[Verse 4: gamemast15r]
Ayo slow your roll & pump ya brakes
Smoking cuban cigars while yellin' "f** the Jakes"
All these s**as hate but they can't match my presence
Every single time I scrap it only lasts a second
Giant desert eagle, shooting out the pa**enger
I'm so greedy that I'm looting your corpse like a scavenger
This is street stories, the gospels of heavy street sh**
Aight now peep this, this mafia sh**, it's a secret
Keep your mouth shut, don't let em' break ya to pieces
If you don't, the only one that'll be able to save you is Jesus
My life live in slow motion, dump bodies in the cold ocean
Paranoia living, look out for feds, they a bold omen
Make sure that we disappear, with all of the gold stolen
Whip out the sword like the Calvary, horsing around like the old Trojan
I'll make you disappear, vamoose, poof into the air
I don't lose with the haters, got the troops inside my lair
Drive Slow, with ya eyes closed, peep me movin' like a slideshow
[Outro/Hook]