Lyrics Parking Lot Pimpin' - Beanie Sigel , JAY Z , Lil' Mo , Memphis Bleek
Yeh,
it's
that
knock
right
here
You
fuck
around
not
have
the
right
speakers
in
your
system
your
shit
be
soundin
like
this
Big
thangs,
thick
chains,
ain't
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
I'm
whippin
the
whip
fast
Which
one?
Pick
one
nigga,
I
got
a
six
stashed
Continental
T's,
no
tense
like
I
got
a
thick
stab
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
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
Ain't
nuttin
different,
parkin
lot
pimpin'
Holla
at
me
mami!
Sigel.
You
can
catch
Mac
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
rearview
and
Mac
was
wylin
New
driver,
screwdriver,
the
cracked
steering
column
Pushin
somethin
stolen,
blastin,
picture
me
rollin
Baghdad,
couldn't
picture
me??
Now
the
truth
different,
Mac
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
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
Ain't
nuttin
different,
parkin
lot
pimpin'
Yo,
aiyyo
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!
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
Ain't
nuttin
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
dem
dollars
at
(dollars
at)
So
when
I
holla
at
you,
holla
back
(holla
back)
Everyday
we
be
off
the
chains
Ain't
nuttin
different,
parkin
lot
pimpin'
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