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Parking Lot Pimpin' Lyrics - Artist : Jay-Z
Yeah, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system Your shit be sounding like this Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed Get brain in the four-dot-six Range Shit mane, switch lanes Every town I hit, switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine I giving 'em whiplash when I'm whipping the whip fast Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a sick stash Continental Ts, no tints like I got a thick stack Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny Six-four switches, slam doors on 6s Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels I got money for a room, it's just the fact that I'm trill Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad Spin away, spend a day trying to pull menage Just macking this gorgeous; sunlight hit the ice it's flawless Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office 'Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers 'Specially when you're sitting on 20's they get nauseous Standing in the Azure with white Air Forces You can catch me in the parking lot Hollering at bitches, parking lot pimping Everyday we be off the chains Working with grain, sitting on them things Trying to find out where them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holler at you, holler back (holler back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothing different, parking lot pimping Holler at me mami! Sigel You can catch Mack in the parking lot, pimping crazy S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sitting on 80 That's 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 Looking through the rear view and Mack was wyling New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column Pushing something stolen, blasting, picture me rolling Back then couldn't picture me ruling Now the truth different, Mack come through Coupe roof missing I'm the truth 'til my fucking roof missing Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons Feathers getting plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen You can catch me in the parking lot Hollering at bitches, parking lot pimping Everyday we be off the chains Working with grain, sitting on them things Trying to find out where them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holler at you, holler back (holler back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothing different, parking lot pimping Yo, ayo I dip dip dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade So I called up, murder to further my parking lot pimping Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dipping Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand Car moving slow, driven by the invisible man Everything on the dash, digital and I got a fast stash box don't make me spit at you man In the parking 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! You can catch me in the parking lot Hollering at bitches, parking lot pimping Everyday we be off the chains Working with grain, sitting on them things Trying to find out where them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holler at you, holler back (holler back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothing different, parking lot pimping You can catch me in the parking lot Hollering at bitches, parking lot pimping Everyday we be off the chains Working with grain, sitting on them things Trying to find out where them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holler at you, holler back (holler back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothing different, parking lot pimping |
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