Drive Slow (Live at Abbey Road Studios)

[Chorus: Kanye West] Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie [Verse 1: Kanye West] My homie Mali used to stay, 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', sixteen, he was stuntin’ Al B. Sure nigga 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 shit 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 Fuck 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 [Chorus: Kanye West] Drive slow, homie Drive slow You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie What it do? [Scratches: A-Trak & Kanye West] What it do? What–what it do? What–what it do? What it–what it do? Wh–what it do? Wh–what it do? What it do? Wh–what it do? Wh–what it do? What it–what it do? Wh–what it do? Wh–what it do? Wh–what it do? (You never know, homie) Wh–what it do? Wh–what it do? [Chorus: Kanye West & GLC] Drive slow, homie, homie, homie Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes Drive slow, homie, home, homie If you're riding around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow, homie, homie, homie Live today, ’cause tomorrow, man, you never know You never know, homie, about these 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 shit And everything I flip, you know it's something serious (Uh-huh) I got the custom grill (Yeah), I got the Brabus rims I got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident You see a player flicking, now 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 kings, 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 (Now what?) My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues My cylinder's quiet, like tip-toes I sold O's, so this I know When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow [Chorus: Kanye West, GLC & Both] Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow [Outro: Kanye West, GLC & Both] What up, y'all? That's GLC in the buildin' It's G.O.O.D. Music, baby We love Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on You know, you know I enjoy bein' here And I love doin' songs from the new album, but I gotta do a joint that, if it wasn't for this one right here I would've never made it this far Let's see if y'all remember this joint right here