Ride Slow (feat. Candi Girl)

It's a Sunday afternoon I’m a pull out the low rider See the 15’s from a mile away they know when I’m gliding I keep her so fresh and clean she barely got any mileage This that summer Chi shit they know when I'm sliding Got that fresh armor all that bitch as cold as Montreal We be bending blocks it's looking like we barely even crawl These haters pocket watching it don’t matter we gon ball Got the grill up in the front looking like Paul Wall Got the parking lot juking looking like we straight from Houston Gotta keep it gangsta speakers bumping Dirtty Music I lowered the suspension and the fender skirts Lowered the roof line I’m bouncing on the struts Sitting on the buckets man them seats so plush Paint job loud it's like it's smoking kush Engine steady revving I might let it blow But before I let it happen I'll be riding slow Ride slow Drive slow Ride slow Drive slow (Drive slow) Ride slow (Ride slow) Drive slow (Come on let's go) Ride slow (Oohh let's go) Drive slow I done customized it like a handyman My vatos love me I get respect from the Mexicans They know it’s me in the 63 candy apple red The V-8 a kill em all I’m leaving bodies dead Competition hydraulics my chrome is all polished This that old school looking like it went to college That bitch is no joke she sit on a hunnid spokes Specialized paint job on her body though My name is autographed on the hood and the trunk lid Lift up that hood look at what I done did 9 inch axle ABS disc brakes Got the slowdowns and the dumps 8 Delco batteries Got a Lokar shifter street rod headquarter Four 6x9's two 12 subwoofers Feel summertime breeze I’m a put on a show You can move at your own speed I’m a drive slow Ride slow (Drive slow) Drive slow (Come on let's go) Ride slow (Oohh let's go) Drive slow (Drive slow) Ride slow (Ride slow) Drive slow (Come on let's go) Ride slow (Oohh let's go) Drive slow Ride slow homie, drive slow homie Ride slow homie, drive slow homie Shout out to the OG’s that came before me Y'all the inspiration for this upholstery If you blessed to get up in it you in luxury This that Holy grail like a nunnery My baby make her point like a summary She be hitting curves like she motherly You can eat off the seats grab the cutlery I’m a drive slow ain’t no rushing me Ride slow (Drive slow) Drive slow (Come on let's go) Ride slow (Oohh let's go) Drive slow (Drive slow) Ride slow (Ride slow) Drive slow (Come on let's go) Ride slow (Oohh let's go) Drive slow