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JAY-Z lyrics : "Parking Lot Pimpin'"

(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here

You $#&@ around not have the right speakers in your system
your %#@! be soundin like this [*funny sounds*]


Big thangs, thick chains, ain't %#@! changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
%#@! mayn, switch lanes

Every town I hit you switch lames, (*##$ flip big 'caine

I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast

Which one? Pick one ^!$$%, 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 $#&@ and it's time to get $$#
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels

I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill
(*##$es 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 Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless

Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless
(*##$es, 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: sung]

You can catch me in the parkin lot
Hollerin at (*##$es, 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'


[Beanie Sigel]
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+
(*##$es 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 $#&@in 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 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, (*##$!

[Chorus 2X]

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