Drive Slow

[Hook] Driving through the city and you know how we riding Hundred soldiers with me so you know we not silent Hazards on, we in a all-black motorcade Clogging up this shit you think that it's a parade You need to drive slow, drive slow, drive slow Looking through your window better Drive slow, drive slow Put your arm out the window, let them know that you riding [Verse 1: Bel-Air] Start your engine, on some race track shit I'm getting lawyer checks, no need to go debate that shit I'm from the south side of Chicago where they hate that shit Public Enemy number one, Flava Flav that shit Went to a school where students might bust it out with the teachers From a city where niggas might shoot it out with the preachers Everybody gang-gang and rock the freshest of sneakers Picture perfect woman, nigga, got a bad Mona Lisa The youngest of the shorties got the biggest of tools That's how it go around my fucking neck of the woods So bring the motorcade, I drive slow like Pablo Got so many with me, I could walk through with my eyes closed And still don't get touched See, money talks, y'all really don't get discussed I'm a businessman, I'm only here to get my ends up Invade these white neighborhoods like we they nuisance My V8 engine, y'all sweeter than some V-8 juices [Hook] Driving through the city and you know how we riding Hundred soldiers with me so you know we not silent Hazards on, we in a all-black motorcade Clogging up this shit you think that it's a parade You need to drive slow, drive slow, drive slow Looking through your window better Drive slow, drive slow Put your arm out the window, let them know that you riding [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] Pump brakes, pump fake this ass Sundress on my woman, sun-baked, she bad We paced the ave, never traced the paths Of niggas littering hate, niggas is really snakes Niggas is really slithering, niggas is really Snape Playing both sides Elephant in the room, no roll tide Now, hold fast cause I done surfed waves In low tide, no bow-flex We done shot Billy Blanks on both sides Still got niggas that's gone ride to provide Like fuck a protest, when shit get hopeless I stress, just drive slow, big body The big shoes, look out for potholes I'm riding shotgun, we probably got smoke We probably got drinks, we probably got hoes We probably not thinking, gots to start thinkin' God, we drive slow, we ride, we drive slow, we ride [Outro] Drive slow, drive slow, drive slow Looking through your window better Drive slow, drive slow Put your arm out the window, let them know that you riding