"Parking Lot Pimpin'" lyrics
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
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
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
