[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 sh** 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 sh**
I'm getting lawyer checks, no need to go debate that sh**
I'm from the south side of Chicago where they hate that sh**
Public Enemy number one, Flava Flav that sh**
Went to a school where students might bust it out with the teachers
From a city where n***as might shoot it out with the preachers
Everybody gang-gang and rock the freshest of sneakers
Picture perfect woman, n***a, got a bad Mona Lisa
The youngest of the shorties got the biggest of tools
That's how it go around my f**ing 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 sh** 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 a**
Sundress on my woman, sun-baked, she bad
We paced the ave, never traced the paths
Of n***as littering hate, n***as is really snakes
n***as is really slithering, n***as 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 n***as that's gone ride to provide
Like f** a protest, when sh** 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