Parking Lot Pimpin'
Jay Z Feat. Beanie Sigel Lyrics

Yea, it's that knock right here
This song is the real deal and can only be appreciated with quality speakers

You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Without good sound equipment, this song ain't worth a dime

Your shit be soundin' like this
Without the right speakers, your sound quality is subpar

Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed
I've always had big money and flashy jewelry, and that hasn't changed

Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
I get oral sex from women in my luxurious Range Rover

Shit mayn, switch lanes
I move from place to place, changing lanes on the highway

Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
Every location I go to, I change the type of drugs I use, and women are eager to be with me because of my wealth and fame

I giving 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
I accelerate my fancy car so fast that the passengers in other vehicles get whiplash just from watching

Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed
I own so many nice cars, it's hard to choose which one to take out for a spin

Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab
I drive a Bentley Continental T with tinted windows - people cannot see inside, and it feels like I have a weapon (knife) in the vehicle

Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny
I smoke large cigars and have an extravagant amount of wealth; people get a kick out of seeing me throw my money around

Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's
I drive a customized car that has switches to make the car 'dance' and has doors that slam

Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I drive large vehicles when I want to impress women and am ready to hook up

I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
My cars are so luxurious that they feel like living in a hotel suite on wheels

I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill
I have plenty of money to pay for an actual hotel room, but I choose to show off my wealth by bringing women to my fancy cars

Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
Women are attracted to me when I drive down the street in my fancy car

They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard
Women are so enamored with my wealth and cars that they even hold competitions to guess which car I will drive up in

They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
I often show up alone but leave with a woman

Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage
I spend my days trying to convince two women to have a threesome with me

Just mackin' this gorgeous sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
I'm flirting with a beautiful woman while the sunlight is shining on my expensive jewelry and making it sparkle

Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless
I drive recklessly, as if I am above the law and have supreme power in my city

Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office
Women want to be with me and be seen with me like a trophy displayed in an office

Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
Because I drive expensive black Porsches, Benzes, and Jaguars

When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
When the top of my car is down, I still keep a gun on my lap to protect myself

Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
I don't trust shady people from New York

'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Especially when you have expensive 20-inch rims, they get jealous and angry

Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
I am standing outside of a luxurious car and wearing white Air Force 1 sneakers

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
I spend a lot of my time in parking lots

Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
I am flirting with women in the parking lot and showing off my wealth and cars

Everyday we be off the chains
Every day we are wild and crazy

Workin' with grain, sittin' on them thangs
I am making money and showing off my fanciful cars

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)
I am always searching for ways to make more money

So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
When I try to talk to you, you better respond and show interest in me

Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'
This is nothing new; I am always in the parking lot, showing off my wealth and cars

You can catch Mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy
You can find Mac, another rapper, in the parking lot of the same venue, trying to get the attention of women

S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin' on 80'
I drive a Mercedes S-5 with dark blue paint and 80-inch rims

That's four dubs, not S-4 dub
I have 80-inch rims on my car, not the smaller 40-inch rims

Stash box, push Hot Wheel like Matchbox
I have a secret storage compartment in my car and I drive toy cars like Hot Wheels at high speeds

Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box
Women want to be in my world and ride in my fancy cars

160, push my wheel, mash cops
I drive at 160 miles per hour and try to outrun the police

Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop
I can drive so fast that it takes me straight to the bank with my money

Run 60, you Big Will, match cop
If I drive at 60 miles per hour, the police can easily catch up to me

Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'
I glance behind me and see that the rapper Mac is driving recklessly too

New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column
I have a new driver who uses a screwdriver to steer the car because the steering column is damaged

Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
We are driving a stolen car and listening to loud music, acting like we own it

Baghdad, couldn't picture me rollin'
Even in the dangerous city of Baghdad, they wouldn't believe that I drive as recklessly as I do

Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin'
But in reality, the rapper Mac is driving a car with the roof missing

I'm the truth til my fuckin' roof missin'
I am still the best and most important rapper, even if my car doesn't have a roof

Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons
Mac is driving a car that looks old and unattractive and can only attract young women

Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
Women are tearing each other apart to be with us as we drive our luxurious cars and grab their attention

Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?
I am having a great time and enjoying life

I can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade
Even with a large SUV, I can't fit all the women who want to be with me

So I called up, murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'
I called up a friend named Murder to get more women and show off my wealth and cars

Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'
I asked him to bring another nice car, an Impala, so I can drive around and show off

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
I lean back in the seat, women notice my expensive watch and rings

Car movin' slow, driven by the invisible man
My car appears to be driving itself, as if an invisible person were controlling it

Everything on the dash, digital and
All of the car's gauges, like speed and mileage, are displayed digitally

I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man
I have a hidden storage compartment for drugs or weapons, and I will not hesitate to use force if someone tries to steal from me

In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot
I light up a lot of cigarettes or cigars in the parking lot

I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks
I am showing off my new shoes and will leave with a few women

Bleek, turn up the beats
My friend Bleek turns up the music

Turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch!
We are causing chaos and mayhem in the streets, and we love it