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[Jay-Z]<br>Yeh, it´s that knock right here<br>You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system<br>your shit be soundin like this [*funny sounds*]<br><br>Big thangs, thick chains, ain´t shit changed<br>Get brain in the four-dot-six Range<br>Shit mayn, switch lanes<br>Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big ´caine<br><br>I givin ´em whiplash when I´m whippin the whip fast<br>Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed<br>Continental T´s, no tense like I got a thick stab<br>Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it´s so funny<br>Six-four switches, slam doors on 6´s<br>Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it´s time to get ass<br>I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels<br>I got money for a room it´s just the fact that I´m trill<br>Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard<br>They have contests to guess which car I´ma pull out the yard<br>They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad<br>Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage<br>Just Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it´s flawless<br>Run lights like I´m the king of New York, I´m lawless<br>Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office<br>Cause I push black Porsches, Benz´s and Jaguars-es<br>When the rag´s off it, gat on my lap, I´m that cautious<br>Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers<br>´Specially when you´re sittin on 20´s they get nauseous<br>Standin in the Azure with white air forces<br><br>[Chorus: sung]<br>You can catch me in the parkin lot<br>Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin´<br>Everyday we be off the chains<br>Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs<br>Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)<br>So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)<br>Everyday we be off the chains<br>Ain´t nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin´<br><br>[Beanie Sigel]<br>Holla at me mami! Sigel..<br><br>You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy<br>S-5, Navy ´Cedes, sittin on 80<br>That´s four dubs, not S-4 dub<br>Stash box, push ? Wheel like ???<br>Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box<br>160, push my wheel, mash cops<br>Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop<br>Run 60, you Big Will, match cop<br>Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin<br>New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column<br>Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin<br>Baghdad, couldn´t picture me ??<br>Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin<br>I´m the truth til my fuckin roof missin<br>Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons<br>Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Memphis Bleek]<br>Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?<br>I can´t fit ´em all inside the Escalade<br>So I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin<br>Told ´em get the Impala so I can start dippin<br>Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand<br>Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man<br>Everything on the dash, digital and<br>I got a fast stashbox don´t make me spit at you man<br>In the parkin lot, where I spark a lot<br>I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks<br>Bleek, turn up the beats..<br>.. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch!<br><br>[Chorus 2X]
New song lyrics
[Jay-Z]<br>Yeh, it´s that knock right here<br>You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system<br>your shit be soundin like this [*funny sounds*]<br><br>Big thangs, thick chains, ain´t shit changed<br>Get brain in the four-dot-six Range<br>Shit mayn, switch lanes<br>Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big ´caine<br><br>I givin ´em whiplash when I´m whippin the whip fast<br>Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed<br>Continental T´s, no tense like I got a thick stab<br>Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it´s so funny<br>Six-four switches, slam doors on 6´s<br>Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it´s time to get ass<br>I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels<br>I got money for a room it´s just the fact that I´m trill<br>Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard<br>They have contests to guess which car I´ma pull out the yard<br>They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad<br>Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage<br>Just Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it´s flawless<br>Run lights like I´m the king of New York, I´m lawless<br>Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office<br>Cause I push black Porsches, Benz´s and Jaguars-es<br>When the rag´s off it, gat on my lap, I´m that cautious<br>Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers<br>´Specially when you´re sittin on 20´s they get nauseous<br>Standin in the Azure with white air forces<br><br>[Chorus: sung]<br>You can catch me in the parkin lot<br>Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin´<br>Everyday we be off the chains<br>Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs<br>Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)<br>So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)<br>Everyday we be off the chains<br>Ain´t nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin´<br><br>[Beanie Sigel]<br>Holla at me mami! Sigel..<br><br>You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy<br>S-5, Navy ´Cedes, sittin on 80<br>That´s four dubs, not S-4 dub<br>Stash box, push ? Wheel like ???<br>Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box<br>160, push my wheel, mash cops<br>Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop<br>Run 60, you Big Will, match cop<br>Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin<br>New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column<br>Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin<br>Baghdad, couldn´t picture me ??<br>Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin<br>I´m the truth til my fuckin roof missin<br>Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons<br>Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Memphis Bleek]<br>Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?<br>I can´t fit ´em all inside the Escalade<br>So I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin<br>Told ´em get the Impala so I can start dippin<br>Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand<br>Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man<br>Everything on the dash, digital and<br>I got a fast stashbox don´t make me spit at you man<br>In the parkin lot, where I spark a lot<br>I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks<br>Bleek, turn up the beats..<br>.. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch!<br><br>[Chorus 2X]
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