[Jay-Z]
Yeh, itīs 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, ainīt shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit mayn, switch lanes
Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big īcaine
I givin īem whiplash when Iīm whippin the whip fast
Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed
Continental Tīs, no tense like I got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, when I drop it itīs so funny
Six-four switches, slam doors on 6īs
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and itīs time to get ass
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room itīs just the fact that Iīm trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests to guess which car Iīma 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 itīs flawless
Run lights like Iīm the king of New York, Iīm lawless
Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benzīs and Jaguars-es
When the ragīs off it, gat on my lap, Iīm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
īSpecially when youīre sittin on 20īs 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 pimpinī
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
Ainīt nuttin different, parkin lot pimpinī
[Beanie Sigel]
Holla at me mami! Sigel..
You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy
S-5, Navy īCedes, sittin on 80
Thatīs four dubs, not S-4 dub
Stash box, push ? Wheel like ???
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, couldnīt picture me ??
Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin
Iīm 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 canīt fit īem all inside the Escalade
So I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin
Told īem 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 donīt 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]
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