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letra de drive slow [music video version] - kanye west

[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 p-ssed away
left him with a lil’ somethin, 16 he was stuntin’
al b. sure n-gg- with the hair all wavy
hit lake sh-r-, 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 sh-t got cranked
we’d take a sat-rday 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
f-ck 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]
[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 s-xy 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
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 3: glc]
and that don’t make no sense, but baby, i’m the sh-t
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, this evidence
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

(tony williams harmony ad-libs)

[t.i.]
looking at life through my rearview, all the problems i had
could be seen a lot clearer after time had p-ssed
known for living so fast, they wonder how he don’t crash
with 220 on the dash, he constantly mashing
“why don’t he slow down?” they be constantly asking
but me in the fast lane is like metal and magnets
now i ain’t trying to say that it’s the way of the m-sses
but it’s so hard to change, i love this sh-t with a p-ssion
since me and sigel cutting cl-sses, showing our -ss
shooting out in broad day in the middle of traffic
i remember selling crack faster than i could bag it
just sharing my past with you shawty, i ain’t bragging
me and cap got life, some other folk got blasted
had a partner o.d. and after this all happened
it’s like the only thing that kept a pimp from crying is laughing
and the lord smiled on me at the end of the madness
i never thought that i’d make it this far rapping
for introducing the youth to what we now call “trappin'”
considered now a cl-ssic, who’d have imagined?
me in milano getting models in next year’s fashions
so nowadays, they can call me old-fashioned
but it’s way too much cash to see blue lights flashing
so i guess the moral of this here cl-ss is:
life about who make it now, not about who make it the fastest

[outro/hook]

- kanye west

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