JAY-Z — Parking Lot Pimpin

[Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah, it's 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, 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 [Verse 1 : Jay-Z] I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a sick stash Continental T's, 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 6's 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 tryin to pull menage Just mackin' 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 sittin on 20's they get nauseous Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces [Chorus: Lil' Mo] 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 them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothin' different, parkin' lot pimpin' [Verse 2 : Beanie Sigel] Holla at me mami! Sigel.. You can catch Mack in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin' 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 Lookin through the rear view and Mack was wylin' New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steerin' column Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin' Back then couldn't picture me rulin' Now the truth different, Mack come through Coupe roof missin' I'm 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: Lil' Mo] 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 them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothin' different, parkin' lot pimpin' [Verse 3 : Memphis Bleek] 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 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 don't 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: Lil' Mo] 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 them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothin' different, parkin' lot pimpin' 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 them dollars at (dollars at) So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nothin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'