[{"id":9923685,"name":"Drive Slow","trackName":"Drive Slow","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Kanye West","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nMy homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\nOne of my best friends from back in the day\nDown the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\nHe nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\nBulls jacket with his hat broke way off\nAnd walked around the mall with his radio face off\nPlus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\nKeys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\nBack when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\nDrove by the teachers, even more by polices\nHow'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away\nLeft him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin\nAl B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy\nHit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\nHit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty\nBoned so much that summer, even had him a baby\nSee back-back then-then if you had a car\nYou was the Chi-Town version of Baby\nAnd I was just a virgin, a baby\nOne of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\nI used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\nFelt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\nWe'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall\nThey had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all\nWith the girls a lotta flirtin involved, but dawg\nFuck all that flirtin, I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\nPut me on with these hoes homie\nHe told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nWhat it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\nThe candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\nThem elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\nTrunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\nI'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\nAllow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\nIt's a star-studded event when I valet park\nOpen up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\nYou see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\nI'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\nI'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\nIf you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\nLive today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got more TV's in here than where I live\n\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics baby it's evident\nYou see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\nThey see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\nI sold O's, and this I know\nWhen you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.87] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[00:16.41] \n[00:18.68] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[00:21.30] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[00:24.04] My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:27.20] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.77] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:32.46] He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\n[00:35.17] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.47] And walked around the mall with his radio face off\n[00:40.23] Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.60] Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:46.33] Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\n[00:49.10] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.52] How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away\n[00:54.33] Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin\n[00:57.34] Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy\n[01:00.14] Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\n[01:02.61] Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty\n[01:05.16] Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby\n[01:08.48] See back-back then-then if you had a car\n[01:11.16] You was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n[01:13.69] And I was just a virgin, a baby\n[01:15.98] One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\n[01:18.45] I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\n[01:21.58] Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\n[01:24.34] We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall\n[01:26.92] They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all\n[01:29.72] With the girls a lotta flirtin involved, but dawg\n[01:32.68] Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\n[01:35.97] Put me on with these hoes homie\n[01:37.44] He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie\n[01:40.56] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[01:46.05] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[01:48.74] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[01:51.20] What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\n[01:54.96] The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\n[01:57.51] Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\n[02:00.07] Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\n[02:03.03] I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\n[02:05.88] Allow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\n[02:08.51] It's a star-studded event when I valet park\n[02:11.14] Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\n[02:13.93] You see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\n[02:16.71] The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\n[02:19.46] I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\n[02:22.17] But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n[02:24.95] A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n[02:27.42] Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\n[02:30.37] I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\n[02:33.02] I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n[02:37.90] Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\n[02:43.43] If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\n[02:48.92] Live today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n[02:50.87] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[02:51.59] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[02:54.20] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[02:57.91] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n[03:00.72] I got more TV's in here than where I live\n[03:03.12] And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\n[03:05.80] And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\n[03:08.59] I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n[03:11.36] I got the baller genetics baby it's evident\n[03:14.06] You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\n[03:16.84] That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n[03:19.71] I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n[03:22.37] My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\n[03:24.91] They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\n[03:27.52] With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\n[03:30.74] My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\n[03:33.44] My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\n[03:36.31] I sold O's, and this I know\n[03:38.65] When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n[03:43.44] \n[04:09.48] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[04:19.67] \n[04:23.03] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[04:26.66] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[04:31.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Drive Slow\n artist: Kanye West\n album: Kanye West\n duration_ms: 272000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n start_ms: 7870\n end_ms: 16410\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 16410\n end_ms: 18680\n- text: You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n start_ms: 18680\n end_ms: 21300\n- text: You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n start_ms: 21300\n end_ms: 24040\n- text: My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\n start_ms: 24040\n end_ms: 27200\n- text: One of my best friends from back in the day\n start_ms: 27200\n end_ms: 29770\n- text: Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n start_ms: 29770\n end_ms: 32460\n- text: He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\n start_ms: 32460\n end_ms: 35170\n- text: Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n start_ms: 35170\n end_ms: 37470\n- text: And walked around the mall with his radio face off\n start_ms: 37470\n end_ms: 40230\n- text: Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n start_ms: 40230\n end_ms: 42600\n- text: Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\n start_ms: 42600\n end_ms: 46330\n- text: Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\n start_ms: 46330\n end_ms: 49100\n- text: Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n start_ms: 49100\n end_ms: 51520\n- text: How'd he get the cash? 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The day his father passed away\n Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin\n Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy\n Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\n Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty\n Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby\n See back-back then-then if you had a car\n You was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n And I was just a virgin, a baby\n One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\n I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\n Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\n We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall\n They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all\n With the girls a lotta flirtin involved, but dawg\n Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\n Put me on with these hoes homie\n He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie\n\n Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\n What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\n The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\n Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\n Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\n I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\n Allow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\n It's a star-studded event when I valet park\n Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\n You see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\n The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\n I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\n But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\n I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\n I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n\n Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\n If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\n Live today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n\n Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\n My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n I got more TV's in here than where I live\n\n And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\n And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\n I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n I got the baller genetics baby it's evident\n You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\n That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\n They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\n With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\n My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\n My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\n I sold O's, and this I know\n When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n\n Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n"},{"id":23485768,"name":"06. 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Sure nigga with the hair all wavy\nHit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\nHit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty\nBoned so much that summer, even had him a baby\nSee back-back then-then if you had a car\nYou was the Chi-Town version of Baby\nAnd I was just a virgin, a baby\nOne of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\nI used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\nFelt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\nWe'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall\nThey had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all\nWith the girls a lotta flirtin involved, but dawg\nFuck all that flirtin, I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\nPut me on with these hoes homie\nHe told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nWhat it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\nThe candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\nThem elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\nTrunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\nI'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\nAllow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\nIt's a star-studded event when I valet park\nOpen up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\nYou see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\nI'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\nI'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\nIf you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\nLive today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got more TV's in here than where I live\n\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics baby it's evident\nYou see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\nThey see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\nI sold O's, and this I know\nWhen you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.80] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[00:18.58] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[00:21.33] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[00:24.00] My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:26.97] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.65] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:32.12] He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\n[00:35.20] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.56] And walked around the mall with his radio face off\n[00:40.21] Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.97] Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:46.21] Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\n[00:48.96] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.78] How'd he get the cash? 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You see them screens fallin'?\n[02:16.43] The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\n[02:19.45] I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\n[02:22.40] But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n[02:25.01] A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n[02:27.45] Ridin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\n[02:30.50] I'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\n[02:32.94] I'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do?\n[02:35.13] Drive slow, homie\n[02:37.87] Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (drive slow, homie)\n[02:43.11] If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\n[02:48.83] Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\n[02:51.62] You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n[02:54.13] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[02:58.01] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n[03:00.74] I got mo' TV's in here than where I live\n[03:03.18] And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit\n[03:05.70] And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\n[03:08.48] I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n[03:11.38] I got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\n[03:13.85] You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\n[03:16.54] That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n[03:19.39] I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n[03:22.24] My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\n[03:24.91] They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king\n[03:27.59] With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green\n[03:30.65] My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\n[03:33.22] My cylinder quiet like tip-toes\n[03:36.42] I sold O's, and this I know\n[03:38.84] When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow\n[03:42.21] \n[04:04.28] Yeah\n[04:07.25] B-boom, b-boom-boom\n[04:09.48] Drive slow, homie\n[04:16.04] Drive slow, homie\n[04:22.94] You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n[04:26.39] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[04:30.19] Drive slow, homie\n[04:31.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Drive Slow (feat. 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Sure! nigga with the hair all wavy\nHit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\nHit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80\nBoned so much that summer even had him a baby\nSee back-back then-then if you had a car\nYou was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n\nAnd I was just a virgin, a baby\nOne of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\nI used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\nFelt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\nWe'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall\nThey had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all\nWit' the girls, a lotta flirtin' involved, but dawg\nFuck all that flirtin', I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\nPut me on with these hoes, homie\nHe told me, \"Don't rush to get grown\"\n\nDrive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie (drive slow)\nYou never know, homie, about these hoes, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\nWhat it do?\nI'm posted up in the parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'\nThe candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'\nThem elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac\nTrunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\nI'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\nAllow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes\nIt's a star-studded event when I valet park\nOpen up my mouth, and sunlight illuminates the dark\n\nYou see them fo's crawlin'? You see them screens fallin'?\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\nI'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\nI'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do?\n\nDrive slow, homie\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (drive slow, homie)\nIf you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\nLive today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\nYou never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got mo' TV's in here than where I live\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\nYou see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\nThey see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet like tip-toes\nI sold O's, and this I know\nWhen you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow\n\nYeah\nB-boom, b-boom-boom\nDrive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie\nYou never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.16] Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom\n[00:07.85] Drive slow, homie\n[00:13.17] Drive slow, homie\n[00:18.52] You never know, homie\n[00:19.91] Might meet some hoes, homie\n[00:21.21] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[00:24.24] My homie, Marley, used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:27.16] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.52] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:32.52] He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'd leave me alone\n[00:35.23] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.31] And walked around the mall wit' his radio face off\n[00:40.37] Plus, he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.72] Keys in his hand\n[00:43.63] Reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:46.03] Back when we rocked Ellesses\n[00:47.48] He had dreams of Caprices\n[00:48.95] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.69] How he get the cash the day his father passed away?\n[00:54.34] Left him wit' a lil' somethin', 16 he was stuntin'\n[00:57.09] Al B. 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You see them screens fallin'?\n[02:16.43] The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\n[02:19.45] I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\n[02:22.40] But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n[02:25.01] A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n[02:27.45] Ridin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\n[02:30.50] I'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\n[02:32.94] I'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do?\n[02:35.13] Drive slow, homie\n[02:37.87] Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (drive slow, homie)\n[02:43.11] If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\n[02:48.83] Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\n[02:51.62] You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n[02:54.13] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[02:58.01] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n[03:00.74] I got mo' TV's in here than where I live\n[03:03.18] And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit\n[03:05.70] And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\n[03:08.48] I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n[03:11.38] I got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\n[03:13.85] You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\n[03:16.54] That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n[03:19.39] I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n[03:22.24] My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\n[03:24.91] They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king\n[03:27.59] With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green\n[03:30.65] My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\n[03:33.22] My cylinder quiet like tip-toes\n[03:36.42] I sold O's, and this I know\n[03:38.84] When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow\n[03:42.21] \n[04:04.28] Yeah\n[04:07.25] B-boom, b-boom-boom\n[04:09.48] Drive slow, homie\n[04:16.04] Drive slow, homie\n[04:22.94] You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n[04:26.39] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[04:30.19] Drive slow, homie\n[04:31.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Drive Slow (feat. 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Sure! nigga with the hair all wavy\n Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\n Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80\n Boned so much that summer even had him a baby\n See back-back then-then if you had a car\n You was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n\n And I was just a virgin, a baby\n One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\n I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\n Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\n We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall\n They had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all\n Wit' the girls, a lotta flirtin' involved, but dawg\n Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\n Put me on with these hoes, homie\n He told me, \"Don't rush to get grown\"\n\n Drive slow, homie\n Drive slow, homie (drive slow)\n You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\n What it do?\n I'm posted up in the parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'\n The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'\n Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac\n Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\n I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\n Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes\n It's a star-studded event when I valet park\n Open up my mouth, and sunlight illuminates the dark\n\n You see them fo's crawlin'? You see them screens fallin'?\n The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\n I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\n But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n Ridin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\n I'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\n I'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do?\n\n Drive slow, homie\n Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (drive slow, homie)\n If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\n Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\n You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\n My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n I got mo' TV's in here than where I live\n And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit\n And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\n I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n I got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\n You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\n That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n\n I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\n They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king\n With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green\n My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\n My cylinder quiet like tip-toes\n I sold O's, and this I know\n When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow\n\n Yeah\n B-boom, b-boom-boom\n Drive slow, homie\n Drive slow, homie\n You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n Drive slow, homie\n"},{"id":34286914,"name":"Drive Slow","trackName":"Drive Slow","artistName":"Kanye West","albumName":"Sorry, Mr. West is Gone","duration":436.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nMy homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\nOne of my best friends from back in the day\nDown the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\nHe nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\nBulls jacket with his hat broke way off\nAnd walked around the mall with his radio face off\nPlus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\nKeys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\nBack when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\nDrove by the teachers, even more by polices\nHow'd he get the cash? 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I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\nThe candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\nThem elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\nTrunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\nI'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\nAllow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\nIt's a star-studded event when I valet park\nOpen up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\nYou see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\nI'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\nI'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\nIf you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\nLive today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got more TV's in here than where I live\n\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics baby it's evident\nYou see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\nThey see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\nI sold O's, and this I know\nWhen you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n\nDrive slow homie, drive slow homie\nYou never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.48] Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n[00:18.18] You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n[00:21.06] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n[00:23.63] My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:26.63] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.34] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:31.97] He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\n[00:34.95] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.49] And walked around the mall with his radio face off\n[00:39.98] Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.63] Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:45.86] Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\n[00:48.50] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.37] How'd he get the cash? 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You see them screens fallin'?\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\nI'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\nI'm lookin' for them -, baby, what it do?\n\nDrive slow, homie\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them - (drive slow, homie)\nIf you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\nLive today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\nYou never know, homie, might meet some -, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got mo' TV's in here than where I live\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the -\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\nYou see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\nThey see me, - actin' like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali -\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet like tip-toes\nI sold -, and this I know\nWhen you see them -, lil' homie, drive slow\n\nOh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\nMm, hm\nOh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh\nMm, hm\nOh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh\nMm, mm, mm, mm\n\nYeah\nB-boom, b-boom-boom\nDrive slow, homie\nOh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\nMm, hm\nDrive slow, homie\nOh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\nYou never know, homie, might meet some -, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.57] Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom\n[00:07.66] Drive slow, homie\n[00:10.72] \n[00:13.27] Drive slow, homie\n[00:16.25] \n[00:18.52] You never know, homie\n[00:19.59] Might meet some -, homie\n[00:21.13] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[00:24.25] My homie, Marley, used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:27.15] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.58] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:32.43] He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'd leave me alone\n[00:35.02] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.44] And walked around the mall wit' his radio face off\n[00:40.00] Plus, he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.78] Keys in his hand\n[00:43.57] Reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:45.92] Back when we rocked Ellesses\n[00:47.53] He had dreams of Caprices\n[00:48.92] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.81] How he get the cash the day his father passed away?\n[00:54.49] Left him wit' a lil' somethin', 16 he was stuntin'\n[00:57.31] Al B. 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Sure! - with the hair all wavy\n Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\n Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80\n Boned so much that summer even had him a baby\n See back-back then-then if you had a car\n You was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n\n And I was just a virgin, a baby\n One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\n I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\n Felt like I was almost signed when the - got cranked\n We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall\n They had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all\n Wit' the girls, a lotta flirtin' involved, but dawg\n - all that flirtin', I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\n Put me on with these ho-s, homie\n He told me, \"Don't rush to get grown\"\n\n Drive slow, homie\n Drive slow, homie (drive slow)\n You never know, homie, about these -, homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\n What it do?\n I'm posted up in the parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'\n The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'\n Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac\n Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\n I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\n Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes\n It's a star-studded event when I valet park\n Open up my mouth, and sunlight illuminates the dark\n\n You see them fo's crawlin'? 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You see them screens fallin'?\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\nI'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\nRidin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\nI'm lookin' for them -, baby, what it do?\n\nDrive slow, homie\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them - (drive slow, homie)\nIf you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\nLive today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\nYou never know, homie, might meet some -, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got mo' TV's in here than where I live\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the -\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\nYou see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\nThat you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n\nI got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\nThey see me, - actin' like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali -\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\nMy cylinder quiet like tip-toes\nI sold -, and this I know\nWhen you see them -, lil' homie, drive slow\n\nOh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\nMm, hm\nOh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh\nMm, hm\nOh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh\nMm, mm, mm, mm\n\nYeah\nB-boom, b-boom-boom\nDrive slow, homie\nOh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\nMm, hm\nDrive slow, homie\nOh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\nYou never know, homie, might meet some -, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.56] Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom\n[00:07.64] Drive slow, homie\n[00:10.70] \n[00:13.25] Drive slow, homie\n[00:16.23] \n[00:18.50] You never know, homie\n[00:19.58] Might meet some -, homie\n[00:21.14] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[00:24.30] My homie, Marley, used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:27.14] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.58] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:32.41] He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'd leave me alone\n[00:35.06] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.45] And walked around the mall wit' his radio face off\n[00:40.06] Plus, he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand\n[00:42.72] Keys in his hand\n[00:43.55] Reason again to let you know he's the man\n[00:45.93] Back when we rocked Ellesses\n[00:47.52] He had dreams of Caprices\n[00:48.94] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.80] How he get the cash the day his father passed away?\n[00:54.41] Left him wit' a lil' somethin', 16 he was stuntin'\n[00:57.31] Al B. Sure! - with the hair all wavy\n[01:00.02] Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\n[01:02.63] Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80\n[01:05.59] Boned so much that summer even had him a baby\n[01:08.49] See back-back then-then if you had a car\n[01:11.37] You was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n[01:13.65] And I was just a virgin, a baby\n[01:15.70] One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\n[01:18.43] I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\n[01:21.65] Felt like I was almost signed when the - got cranked\n[01:24.27] We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall\n[01:26.99] They had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all\n[01:29.59] Wit' the girls, a lotta flirtin' involved, but dawg\n[01:32.50] - all that flirtin', I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\n[01:35.99] Put me on with these ho-s, homie\n[01:37.57] He told me, \"Don't rush to get grown\"\n[01:39.14] Drive slow, homie\n[01:40.50] Drive slow, homie (drive slow)\n[01:45.80] You never know, homie, about these -, homie\n[01:48.33] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[01:51.20] What it do?\n[01:52.06] I'm posted up in the parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'\n[01:54.50] The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'\n[01:57.37] Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac\n[02:00.10] Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\n[02:02.94] I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\n[02:05.51] Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes\n[02:08.21] It's a star-studded event when I valet park\n[02:10.90] Open up my mouth, and sunlight illuminates the dark\n[02:13.51] You see them fo's crawlin'? You see them screens fallin'?\n[02:16.52] The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\n[02:19.10] I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\n[02:21.84] But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n[02:24.75] A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n[02:27.31] Ridin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar\n[02:29.92] I'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw\n[02:32.92] I'm lookin' for them -, baby, what it do?\n[02:35.05] Drive slow, homie\n[02:37.63] Turn your hazard lights on when you see them - (drive slow, homie)\n[02:43.26] If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)\n[02:48.51] Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know\n[02:51.60] You never know, homie, might meet some -, homie\n[02:54.15] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[02:57.68] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n[03:00.59] I got mo' TV's in here than where I live\n[03:03.15] And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the -\n[03:05.35] And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious\n[03:08.45] I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n[03:11.14] I got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident\n[03:13.74] You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?\n[03:16.68] That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n[03:19.35] I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n[03:22.01] My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\n[03:24.68] They see me, - actin' like they seen a king\n[03:27.42] With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali -\n[03:30.52] My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\n[03:33.44] My cylinder quiet like tip-toes\n[03:36.37] I sold -, and this I know\n[03:38.78] When you see them -, lil' homie, drive slow\n[03:42.19] Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\n[03:45.38] Mm, hm\n[03:47.42] Oh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh\n[03:50.12] Mm, hm\n[03:52.88] Oh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh\n[03:56.08] Mm, mm, mm, mm\n[04:04.00] Yeah\n[04:06.90] B-boom, b-boom-boom\n[04:09.07] Drive slow, homie\n[04:11.24] Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\n[04:15.16] Mm, hm\n[04:16.22] Drive slow, homie\n[04:18.15] Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo\n[04:23.05] You never know, homie, might meet some -, homie\n[04:26.28] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[04:29.68] Drive slow, homie\n[04:31.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Kanye West feat. 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Sure! nigga with the hair all wavy\nHit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\nHit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80\nBoned so much that summer, even had him a baby\n\nSee back-back then-then, if you had a car\nYou was the Chi-Town version of Baby\nAnd I was just a virgin, a baby\nOne of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\nI used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\nFelt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\nWe'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall\nThey had them Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' them all\n\nWith the girls, a lot of flirting involved, but dawg\nFuck all that flirting, now I'm tryna get in some drawers\nSo put me on with these hoes, homie\nHe told me, \"Don't rust to get grown, drive slow, homie\"\n\nDrive slow, homie (drive slow)\nYou never know, homie, about these hoes, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n\nWhat it do? 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You see them screens fallin'?\nThe disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'\nI'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab\nBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\nA young Houston hard-hitter, all about the skrilla\nRidin' something candy coated, crawling like a caterpillar\nI'm tippin' on them fours, I'm jammin' on this groove\nI'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do?\nDrive slow, homie\n\nTurn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes\nDrive slow, homie\nIf you're ridin' around the city with nowhere to go\nDrive slow, homie\nLive today, 'cause tomorrow, man, you never know\nYou never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\nYou need to pump your breaks and drive slow, homie\n\nMy car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\nI got more TVs in here than where I live\nAnd that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit\nAnd everything I flip, you know it's something serious\nI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\nI got the baller genetics, baby, this evidence\nYou see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced\nThat you should go and kiss it, just a lil' bit (just a lil' bit)\n\nI wear my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\nMy canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings\nThey see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king\nWith that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green\nMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues\nMy cyllinder quiet, like tip-toes\nI sold Os, and this, I know\nWhen you see them hoes, little homie, drive slow\n\nYeah, b-boom, b-boom, boom\nDrive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie\nYou never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\nYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\nDrive slow, homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.81] Drive slow, homie\n[00:10.83] \n[00:13.25] Drive slow, homie\n[00:16.36] \n[00:18.64] You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie\n[00:21.38] You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie\n[00:24.05] My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May\n[00:27.29] One of my best friends from back in the day\n[00:29.72] Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones\n[00:32.48] He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone\n[00:35.23] Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off\n[00:37.58] And walked around the mall with his radio face off\n[00:40.35] Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand\n[00:43.73] Reason again to let you know who's the man\n[00:46.37] Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices\n[00:49.17] Drove by the teachers, even more by polices\n[00:51.65] How'd he get the cash? 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The day his father passed away\n Left him with a lil' something, 16, he was stuntin'\n Al B. 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The day his father passed away\n Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin\n Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy\n Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy\n Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty\n Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby\n See back-back then-then if you had a car\n You was the Chi-Town version of Baby\n And I was just a virgin, a baby\n One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy\n I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked\n Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked\n We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall\n They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all\n With the girls a lotta flirtin involved, but dawg\n Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryna get in some drawers, so\n Put me on with these hoes homie\n He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie\n\n Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\n What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin\n The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin\n Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac\n Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed\n I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies\n Allow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes\n It's a star-studded event when I valet park\n Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark\n You see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin\n The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin\n I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab\n But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab\n A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla\n Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar\n I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw\n I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do, drive slow homie\n\n Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (Drive slow homie)\n If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go (Drive slow homie)\n Live today cause tomorrow man, you never know\n\n Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n\n My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib\n I got more TV's in here than where I live\n\n And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit\n And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious\n I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims\n I got the baller genetics baby it's evident\n You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced\n That you should go on and kiss it, \"Just a Lil' Bit\" (just a lil' bit)\n I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain\n My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings\n They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king\n With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green\n My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues\n My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes\n I sold O's, and this I know\n When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow\n\n Drive slow homie, drive slow homie\n You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie\n You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie\n"}]