Song: Parking Lot Pimpin’ ~~ 2000 ~~ 4:15
Artist: Jay-Z featuring Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek and Lil’ Mo
LP/CD: The Dynasty Roc La Familia (2000 - ) ~~ Roc-A-Fella ~~ 2000
Composers: S. Carter~R. Thomas~M. Cox~D. Grant

Yeah, it’s settin’ up right here
You f*** around and have the right speakers in your system
Your s*** be soundin’ like this

Big thangs, thick chains, ain’t s*** changed
Get brain in the 4.6 Range
S*** man, switch lanes
Every town I hit, you switch lanes, b**** flip big ‘caine

I’m givin’ ‘em whiplash when I’m whippin’ the whip fast
Which one, pick one, n****, I got a six stashed
Continental Ts, no tense, like I got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it’s so funny

’64 switches, slam doors on 6s
Big trucks when I wanna f*** and it’s time to get a**
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room, it’s just the fact that I’m trill
B****es love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests to guess which car I’mma 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 mackin’ this gorgeous, sunlight hit the ice, it’s flawless
Run lights like I’m the king of New York, I’m lawless
B****es, they wanna hang like plaques in the office
‘Cause I push black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses
When the rag’s off it, gat on my lap, I’m that cautious
Never trust grimy-a** New Yorkers
Especially when you’re sittin’ on 20s, they get nauseous
Standin’ in the Azure with white Air Forces

You could catch me in the parkin’ lot
Hollerin’ at b****es, parkin lot pimpin’
Every day we be off the chains
Workin’ with grain, sittin’ on thangs

Tryin’ to put up where dem dollars at
So when I holler at you, holla back
Every day we be off the chains (Holler at me, mami)
Ain’t nothin’ different, parkin’ lot pimpin’

See, you can catch Mac in the parkin’ lot, pimpin’ crazy
S-5, Navy ‘Cedes, sittin’ on “E”
That’s four dubs, not S-4 dub
Stash box, push out Will like Matchbox
B****es wanna push my world, they flash box
By 160, push my wheel, mash cops
‘Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop
Brought 160, you Big Will, match cop
Lookin’ through the rearview and Mac was wylin’
New driver, screwdriver, cracked steerin’ column
Pushin’ somethin’ stolen, blastin’, picture me rollin’
Baghdad, couldn’t picture me rollin’
Now the truth different, Mac come through the Coupe, roof missin’
I’mma truth till my f***in’ roof missin’
Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin’ plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen

You could catch me in the parkin’ lot
Hollerin’ at b****es, parkin lot pimpin’
Every day we be off the chains
Workin’ with grain, sittin’ on thangs

Tryin’ to put up where dem dollars at
So when I holler at you, holla back
Every day we be off the chains
Ain’t nothin’ different, parkin’ lot pimpin’

Yo’, a-yo’, I dip-dip dive, what could I say
I can’t fit ‘em all inside the Escalade
So I pulled up, murder to further my parkin’ lot pimpin’
Told ‘em get the Impala so I could 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 stash box, 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, b****

You could catch me in the parkin’ lot
Hollerin’ at b****es, parkin lot pimpin’
Every day we be off the chains
Workin’ with grain, sittin’ on thangs

Tryin’ to put up where dem dollars at
So when I holler at you, holla back
Every day we be off the chains
Ain’t nothin’ different, parkin’ lot pimpin’

You could catch me in the parkin’ lot
Hollerin’ at b****es, parkin lot pimpin’
Every day we be off the chains
Workin’ with grain, sittin’ on thangs

Tryin’ to put up where dem dollars at
So when I holler at you, holla back
Every day we be off the chains
Ain’t nothin’ different, parkin’ lot pimpin’

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 31, 2000