Drive Slow Songtext
von Curtisy

Drive slow ′cause my mind's been racing
Drive slow ′cause I'm tryna roll the weed
Drive slow, be cool, be patient
Drive slow, out the window 'whatche need?′
Drive slow, pull up on the pavement
Drive slow, wanna watch her when she leaves
Drive slow, just chill, keep them waiting
Drive slow, just do it, fuck a ′please'

He′s small but the gun made him feel big
If he couldn't pay for it then he′d steal it
Never had to worry where the next meal is
You'd work hard for your plate, watch him eat it

He caught a case, beat it
Stayed on the streets with a fleet that have seen shit
His heart black like Beamish
Beam on the weapon when he′s stepping on some beef shit


Big man, still nobody's safe
Today could be your day, we all hope and we pray
We all end up in the grave if your broke or your paid
So you better know the ropes if you're holding the reigns

Big man′s locally famous
From here to over there, they′re all knowing the name
It's a shame
That they don′t know that it takes just some balls and a reason
And they're blowing you′re brain

Drive slow, be calm, be collected
Drive slow, be safe, be seen
Drive slow 'cause you wanna be respected
Drive slow, out the mud and get clean
Drive slow, be gone, get some distance
Drive Slow but you′re never out of reach
Drive slow, if they call don't listen
Drive Slow, or they'll put you on a tee

He hit the punters phone asking where the money is
Punter laughing at him like it′s funny
′It's been a day and you′re the least of my worries kid-
Fuck a hurry I'll be coming when I′m on coming bitch'


Big man snapping
′Now you'll see what happens'
′Where the fucks he′s at?
Put the trackers out and catch him'
′I want him cut, poked, picked and prodded, pronto!'
All the goons getting paid so they nodded

Like they didn′t have a choice but there's always an option
Chose to put somebody′s son in a coffin
No time wasted, take a blast of raw, the mask is on
Back door with the rocket, fuck knocking

Somethings wrong, punters gone must've got word
'If you make me look for you it′ll be a lot worse′
Nerves gone, flared up from the drugs
Heard something didn't have a chance to look
′What the fuck?'
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Drive Slow, back-seat with the mask on
Drive Slow, out looking for a fiend
Drive Slow past the guards or they′ll catch on
Drive slow If you see him giz a beep
Drive Slow, phones off for the mission
In the whip with a weapon, don't speed
Drive Slow, I wanna be the one to kill him
If we catch him then we′ll never let him leave