Drive Slow chords by Kanye West

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

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:

          Ebm                         Ebm/Db
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
            B                          Bb
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
            Ebm                      Ebm/Db
What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin
          B                               Bb
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin
Ebm               Ebm/Db
Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac
B                          Bb
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed
Ebm                  Bbm/Db
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
B                        Bb
Allow me toduce you to my CL Mercedes
Ebm                       Ebm/Db
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Gb                   B               Bb
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
Ebm                        Ebm/Db
You see them fo's crawlin', you see them screens fallin
         B                      Bb
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin
Ebm                       Ebm/Db
I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
B                       Bb
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
Ebm                 Ebm/Db
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
B                            Bb
Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar
          Ebm                         Ebm/Db
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,
          Ebm  Ebm/Db
drive slow homie
          B                         Bb
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
       Ebm         Ebm/Db
(Drive slow homie)
       B                                     Bb
If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go
       Ebm        Ebm/Db
(Drive slow homie)
     B                                   Bb
Live today cause tomorrow man, you never know
          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                   B
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
           Bb                        Ebm
I got more TV's in here than where I live
                       Ebm/Db                  B
And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
                 Bb                            Ebm
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious
                   Ebm/Db                    B
I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims
                   Bb
I got the baller genetics baby it's evident
Ebm                     Ebm/Db
You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced
Gb                                  B                bb
That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil' Bit" (just a lil' bit)
Ebm                   Ebm/Db
I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
B              Bb                        Ebm
My canaries is gleamin, through my angel wings
                  Ebm/Db
They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king
B                           Bb
With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green
Ebm          Ebm/Db            B
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues
            Bb              Ebm
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
      Ebm/Db           Gb
I sold O's, and this I know
                  B           Bb
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow

Drive slow drive slow drive slow


Outro:

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