Jay-Z - Parking Lot Pimpin' Lyrics
[jay-z]Yeh, its that knock right hereYou ***** around not have the right speakers in your systemYour shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}Big thangs, thick chains, aint shit changedGet brain in the four-dot-six rangeShit mayn, switch lanesEvery town I hit you switch lames, ***** flip big caineI givin em whiplash when Im whippin the whip fastWhich one? pick one nigga, I got a six stashedContinental ts, no tense like I got a thick stabBig cigar, old money, when I drop it its so funnySix-four switches, slam doors on 6sBig trucks when I wanna ***** and its time to get assI turn automobiles to hotels on wheelsI got money for a room its just the fact that Im trill*****es love when I cruise up the boulevardThey have contests to guess which car ima pull out the yardThey know i, come for dolo and pull off with a broadSpin away, spend a day tryin to pull menageJust mac (? ? ) god, the sunlight hit the ice its flawlessRun lights like Im the king of new york, Im lawless*****es, they wanna hang like plaques in the officeCause I push black porsches, benzs and jaguars-esWhen the rags off it, gat on my lap, Im that cautiousNever trust grimy-ass new yorkersspecially when youre sittin on 20s they get nauseousStandin in the azure with white air forces[chorus: sung]You can catch me in the parkin lotHollerin at *****es, parkin lot pimpinEveryday we be off the chainsWorkin with grain, sittin on them thangsTryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)Everyday we be off the chainsAint nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin[beanie sigel]Holla at me mami! sigel..You can catch mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazyS-5, navy cedes, sittin on 80Thats four dubs, not s-4 dubStash box, push +hot wheel+ like +matchbox+*****es wanna push my world, they flash box160, push my wheel, mash copsCause 160 took my wheel to cash dropRun 60, you big will, match copLookin through the rearview and mac was wylinNew driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering columnPushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollinBaghdad, couldnt picture me ? ?Now the truth different, mac come through coupe roof missinIm the truth til my *****in roof missinMac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeonsFeathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen[chorus][memphis bleek]Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?I cant fit em all inside the escaladeSo I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpinTold em get the impala so I can start dippinLay back, seat recline, they notice the handCar movin slow, driven by the invisible manEverything on the dash, digital andI got a fast stashbox dont make me spit at you manIn the parkin lot, where I spark a lotI come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaksBleek, turn up the beats.... turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, *****![chorus 2x]
