parking lot pimpin'

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!