Drive Slow (feat. Luko)

You got to be cool, sweetheart Drive slow Like it's nowhere to go Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes Drive slow Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes Hold up Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Hold up Drive slow like my cruise is controlled And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes And I was riding round to the tunes of Isley brothers screwed up Rims poking, candy soaking, looking like a Kool-Cup Gas light beeping, and it fxck my lil cruise up Woke up in a Focus, needing fuel and a Tune-up Wish I had a gray Seville, Jesus come and take the wheel Send me to a place, with no hate, where it's safe to chill Looking out my glass, at the world as it pass by Just a lil breather, to relieve us of this fast life Cause where we from is full of folks, without a hope, till they put it in a 'rillo and they blow it out in smoke Swisher sweet or Optimo, or a cup that they can po', ion judge em, hell that's just the way it go Just be sho, to drive Slow Like it's nowhere to go Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes Drive slow Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes Hold up Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Hold up Drive slow like my cruise is controlled And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes Hold up, Hold up, Hold up Woke up, Po'd up, roll up dodo I'm in slo-mo, gotta drive slow, eyes low, I'm so-so (so-so) Def, like my name is Jermaine, I'm insane, switching lanes, like them old folks the first of the month No blunts, keep a J rolled, tighter than a fresh weave Sour D from San Diego, we be on the best weed Moving at a pace the total opposite of jet speed Head in the clouds, the same place them jets be Fxck the interstate, just back roads and side streets Z-ro in the deck, my girl Nina right beside me I know my shxt clean cause, 12 keep on following me I ain't tripping though Cause everywhere I go, I drive Slow Like it's nowhere to go Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes Drive slow Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes Hold up Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Hold up Drive slow like my cruise is controlled And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes And I was thinking gleaming on the glass fo's With them suicide do's Peeping through them blindfolds Creeping through them side roads With my eyes closed, seeming like the time froze Damn near hit the curb, swinging in my '9 4 Cavalier, sweating with the CD deck skipping And even with a bad starter, we was still tipping, I'm like Wish I had a green Caprice Jesus come and bleed the streets Put me in position where a nigga wouldn't need a lease We use to rush everyone we had to take a trip Gas, brake and dip Still late as shxt Now ion even trip I enjoy the road Shxt I'll make it when I make it nigga I drive Slow Like it's nowhere to go Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes Drive slow Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes Hold up Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Slow (Slow) Drive (Drive) Hold up Drive slow like my cruise is controlled And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes Hold up