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- Parking Lot Pimpin 歌詞 JAY-Z Memphis Bleek Beanie Sigel Lil Mo
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- Lil Mo Parking Lot Pimpin 歌詞
- JAY-Z Memphis Bleek Beanie Sigel Lil Mo
- Yea standin knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this
Big things thick chains aint shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six range
Shit mayn switch slanes every town I hit you
Switch slames bitch flip big caine
I givin em whiplash when Im whippin the whip fast
Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed
Continental Ts no tense like I got a thick stab
Big cigar old money when I drop it is so funny
Six-four switches slam doors on sixes
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and its time to get ass
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room its just the fact that Im trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests to guess which car Im a 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 is God the sunlight hit the ice its flawless
Run lights like Im the king of New York Im lawless
Bitches they wanna hang like plaques in the office
Cause I push Black Porsches Benzes and Jaguarses
When the rags off it gat on my lap Im that cautious
Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers
Specially when youre sittin on twenties 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 webe off the chains
Workin with grain sittin on things
Tryin to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Aint nuttin different parkin lot pimpin
You can catch mac in the parkin lot pimpin crazy
S Five navy cedes sittin on eighty
Thats four dubs not S Four dub
Stash box push hot wheel like matchbox
Bitches wanna push my world they flash box
One sixty push my wheel mash cops
One sixty took my wheel to cash drop
Run sixty you big will match cop
Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin
New driver screwdriver cracked steering column
Pushin somethin stolen blastin picture me rollin
Baghdad couldnt picture me rollin
Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin
Im the truth till 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 things
Tryin to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Aint nuttin different parkin lot pimpin
Yo aiyyo I dip dive what can I say
I cant 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 dont 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 things
Tryin to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Aint 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 things
Tryin to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Aint nuttin different parkin lot pimpin
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