Drive Slow chords by Kanye West
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
- Difficulty: Intermediate 💪
Intro: Ebm Ebm/Db Bmaj7 Bb Verse: Ebm Ebm/Db Bmaj7 Bb Drive slow homie, Ebm Ebm/Db Bmaj7 Bb Drive slow homie Ebm Ebm/Db You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie Gb B Bb You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie Ebm Ebm/Db My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May Bmaj7 Bb One of my best friends from back in the day Ebm Ebm/Db Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones B Bb He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone Ebm Ebm/Db Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off B Bb And walked around the mall with his radio face off Ebm Ebm/Db Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand Gb B Bb Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man Ebm Ebm/Db Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices B Bb Drove by the teachers, even more by polices Ebm Ebm/Db How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away B Bb Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin Ebm Ebm/Db Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy B Bb Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy Ebm Ebm/Db Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty Gb B Bb Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby Ebm Ebm/Db B See back-back then-then if you had a car Bb You was the Chi-Town version of Baby Ebm Ebm/Db And I was just a virgin, a baby B Bb One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy Ebm Ebm/Db I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked B Bb Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked Ebm Ebm/Db We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall Gb B Bb They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all Ebm Ebm/Db With the girls a lotta flirtin involved, but dawg B Bb Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryna get in some drawers, so Ebm Ebm/Db Put me on with these hoes homie B Bb He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie Ebm Ebm/Db Bmaj7 Bb Drive slow homie, Ebm Ebm/Db Bmaj7 Bb Drive slow homie
Verse 2:
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You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
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You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
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What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin
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The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin
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Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac
B Bb
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed
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I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
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Allow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes
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It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Gb B Bb
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
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You see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin
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The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin
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I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
B Bb
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
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A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
B Bb
Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar
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I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw
Gb B Bb
I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do,
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drive slow homie
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Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
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(Drive slow homie)
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If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go
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(Drive slow homie)
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Live today cause tomorrow man, you never know
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You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
Gb B Bb
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
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My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
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I got more TV's in here than where I live
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And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
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And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious
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I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims
Bb
I got the baller genetics baby it's evident
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You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced
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That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil' Bit" (just a lil' bit)
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I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
B Bb Ebm
My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings
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They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king
B Bb
With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green
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My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues
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My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
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I sold O's, and this I know
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When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow
Drive slow drive slow drive slow
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