Turnin Heads ABN (USA)

(Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro Repeat 2x)
Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads
Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads
Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose, but them bitches too scary

[Verse 1: Trae]
Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads
I told J replace the swisha's with hundreds to burn bread
On that other shit too much attention attract feds
Like it was Cornbread's parkin my Lac by the sherm heads
Hood figgas got these niggas tryna swagga jack
They old school they could never get they swagga back
Caliminio seats, steppin on the plastic mats
I gave the hood a heart attack, bangin some classic Pat
Who's next to plex? bitch I got that plastic mac
Belts jumpin off the trunk, now watch me pass the rats
Niggas hatin on the truth I'm bout to pass it back
They prolly pissed I lit the torch and never passed it back
I'm Houston along, some people might say that I'm wrong
But I'm a asshole - rules don't apply in my zone
Slugs might fly out the chrome, my gangsta too fly to be cloned
I ride by sayin fuck you and continue to roam

(Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro)