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JAY Z, Memphis Bleek, Lil' Mo, Beanie Sigel - Parking Lot Pimpin'
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Текст песни: Yeah, 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 mane, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
I giving 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one? Pick one, nigga, I got a sick stashed
Continental T's, no tints like I got a thick stack
Big cigar, old money, when I drive 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 tryna pull ménages
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, Benzes 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' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna find out where them dollars at (dollars at)
So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains (Holla at me, mami)
Ain't nothin' different, parkin' lot pimpin' (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'
Back then couldn't picture me rollin'
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' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna 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'
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
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna 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' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna 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 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 mane, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
I giving 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one? Pick one, nigga, I got a sick stashed
Continental T's, no tints like I got a thick stack
Big cigar, old money, when I drive 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 tryna pull ménages
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, Benzes 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' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna find out where them dollars at (dollars at)
So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains (Holla at me, mami)
Ain't nothin' different, parkin' lot pimpin' (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'
Back then couldn't picture me rollin'
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' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna 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'
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
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna 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' wood grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryna 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'
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