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Song title: Jay-Z - Parking Lot Pimpin'

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[jay-z]
Yeh, its that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}

Big thangs, thick chains, aint shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six range
Shit mayn, switch lanes
Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big caine

I givin em whiplash when Im whippin the whip fast
Which one?  pick one nigga, I got a six stashed
Continental ts, no tense like I got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, when I drop it its so funny
Six-four switches, slam doors on 6s
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and its time to get ass
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room its just the fact that Im trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests to guess which car ima pull out the yard
They know i, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage
Just mac (? ? ) god, the sunlight hit the ice its flawless
Run lights like Im the king of new york, Im lawless
Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office
Cause I push black porsches, benzs and jaguars-es
When the rags off it, gat on my lap, Im that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass new yorkers
specially when youre sittin on 20s they get nauseous
Standin in the azure with white air forces

[chorus: sung]
You can catch me in the parkin lot
Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs
Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)
So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains
Aint nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin

[beanie sigel]
Holla at me mami! sigel..

You can catch mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy
S-5, navy cedes, sittin on 80
Thats four dubs, not s-4 dub
Stash box, push +hot wheel+ like +matchbox+
Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box
160, push my wheel, mash cops
Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop
Run 60, you big will, match cop
Lookin through the rearview and mac was wylin
New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column
Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin
Baghdad, couldnt picture me ? ?
Now the truth different, mac come through coupe roof missin
Im the truth til my fuckin roof missin
Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons
Feathers 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 escalade
So I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin
Told em get the impala so I can start dippin
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox dont make me spit at you man
In the parkin lot, where I spark a lot
I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks
Bleek, turn up the beats..
.. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch!

[chorus 2x]