Music Video

JAY-Z - Parking Lot Pimpin’ (feat. Lil’ Mo)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Vocals
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Lil' Mo
Lil' Mo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cynthia Loving
Cynthia Loving
Composer
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Composer
Dwight Equan Grant
Dwight Equan Grant
Lyrics
Malik Cox
Malik Cox
Lyrics
Sean C. Carter
Sean C. Carter
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rock
Rick Rock
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Chauncey Mahan
Chauncey Mahan
Recording Engineer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Staten Island, right here
You fuck around, don't have the right speakers
In your system
Your shit be soundin' like this
[Verse 2]
Big things, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain the four-dot-six Range
Shit, mane, switch lanes
Every town I hit, you switch lanes
Bitch flip big 'caine
[Verse 3]
I'm givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one? Pick one, ****, I got a sick stash
Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, when I drop it, it's so funny
[Verse 4]
Six-four switches, slam doors on six'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
[Verse 5]
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 tryna pull menage
[Verse 6]
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, Benzes, and Jaguars-es
[Verse 7]
When the rag's off it, get on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties, they got nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
[Verse 8]
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parking lot pimpin'
Everyday, we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things
[Verse 9]
Tryna find out where them dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday, we be off the chains
Ain't nothin' different, parking lot pimpin'
[Verse 10]
Holla at me, mami
See, you can catch Mac in the parking lot, pimpin' crazy
S-5, Navy 'cedes, sittin' on eighty
That's four dubs, not S-4 dub
Stash box, push Hot Wheel like Matchbox
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'
New driver, screwdriver, cracked steerin' column
Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Back then couldn't picture me rollin'
[Verse 13]
Now the truth different, Mac come through, coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'
Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
[Verse 14]
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parking lot pimpin'
Everyday, we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things
[Verse 15]
Tryna find out where them dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday, we be off the chains
Ain't nothin' different, parking lot pimpin'
[Verse 16]
Yo, ay yo, 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 parking lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'
[Verse 17]
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 fat stash box, don't make me spit at you, man
[Verse 18]
In the parking 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
[Verse 19]
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parking lot pimpin'
Everyday, we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things
[Verse 20]
Tryna find out where them dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday, we be off the chains
Ain't nothin' different, parking lot pimpin'
[Verse 21]
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parking lot pimpin'
Everyday, we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things
[Verse 22]
Tryna find out where them dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday, we be off the chains
Ain't nothin' different, parking lot pimpin'
Written by: Cynthia Loving, Dwight Grant, JAY-Z, Malik Cox, Ricardo Thomas
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