yeh
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 mayn
switch lanes
every town i hit you switch lames
bitch flip big 'caine
i givin 'em whiplash when i'm whippin the whip fast
which one? pick one nigga
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 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 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
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 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 with grain
sittin on them thangs
tryin to find out where dem dollars at
so when i holla at you
holla back
everyday we be off the chains
ain't nuttin different
parkin lot pimpin'
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 like
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
baghdad
couldn't picture me?
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
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
bitch!