Parking Lot Pimpin’ JAY-Z, Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek

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[Intro: Jay-Z]
Yeah, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin' like this {*funny sounds*}
Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit mane, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a sick stash
Continental T's, no tints like I got a thick stack
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 mackin' this gorgeous; 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