Kanye West — Drive Slow Remix Music Video Version

[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'll 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 [Hook: Kanye West] Drive slow homie Drive slow You never know homie, about these hoes homie You need to pump ya brakes and drive slow homie [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 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 fours crawlin'? You see them screens fallin'? 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 hard-hitter, all about the scrilla Ridin' somethin' candy-coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar I'm tipping on them fours, I'm jammin' on this Screw I'm looking for them hoes baby, what it do? Drive slow homie [Interlude: GLC & Kanye West] Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (drive slow homie) If you're ridin' round the city with nowhere to go (drive slow homie) Live today, cause tomorrow, man, you never know You never know homie, might need some hoes homie You need to pump ya 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 TV's 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 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 gon kiss it, just a lil bit I wear 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 homie drive slow (Tony Williams harmony ad-libs) [Verse 4: T.I.] Looking at life through my rearview, all the problems I had Could be seen a lot clearer after time had passed Known for living so fast, they wonder how he don't crash With 220 on the dash, and he constantly mashin' "Why don't he slow down?" they be constantly askin' But me and the fast lane is like metal and magnets Now I ain't trying to say that this the way of the masses But it's so hard to change, I love this shit with a passion Since me and C were cuttin' class, and showin' our ass Shooting out in broad day in the middle of traffic I remember sellin' crack faster than I could bag it Just sharin' my past with you, shawty, I ain't e'en braggin' Me and Cap got life, them other folk got blasted Had a partner O.D. and after this all happened Life the only thing that kept a pimp from crying and laughing Then the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness I never thought that I'da made it this far rappin' For introducing the youth to what we now call "trappin'" Considered now a classic, who'd've imagined? Me in Milano getting models in next year's fashion So nowadays, they can call me old-fashioned But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashin' So I guess the moral of this here class is: Life about who make it, not about who make it the fastest Drive slow homie [Outro: Kanye West (Chopped & Screwed)] Yeah, bumpa bumpa bump bump Drive slow homie Drive slow homie You never know homie, might need some hoes homie You need to pump ya brakes and drive slow homie Drive slow homie