[{"id":17337802,"name":"Parking Lot Pimpin'","trackName":"Parking Lot Pimpin'","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"2000 - Jay-Z - The Dynasty-Roc La Familia","duration":257.018776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea standin' knock right here\nYou fuck around not have the right speakers in your system\nYour shit be soundin' like this\n\nBig things, thick chains, ain't shit changed\nGet brain in the four dot six range\nShit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you\nSwitch slames bitch flip big caine\n\nI givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast\nWhich one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed\nContinental T's no tense like I got a thick stab\nBig cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny\n\nSix-four switches, slam doors on sixes\nBig trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\nI turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\nI got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n\nBitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\nThey have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\nThey know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\nSpin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n\nJust Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\nRun lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\nBitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n\nWhen the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\nNever trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\nStandin' in the azure with white air forces\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\nYou can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\nS Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\nThat's four dubs not S Four dub\nStash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\nBitches wanna push my world, they flash box\nOne sixty push my wheel, mash cops\nOne sixty took my wheel to cash drop\nRun sixty you big will, match cop\n\nLookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\nNew driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\nPushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'\nBaghdad couldn't picture me rollin'\n\nNow the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'\nI'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'\nMac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons\nFeathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\nYo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?\nI can't fit 'em all inside the escalade\nSo I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'\nTold 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'\n\nLay back, seat recline, they notice the hand\nCar movin' slow driven by the invisible man\nEverything on the dash, digital and\nI got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man\n\nIn the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\nI come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\nBleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\nThen we burn up the streets, bitch\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.11] Yea standin' knock right here\n[00:09.05] You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system\n[00:11.64] Your shit be soundin' like this\n[00:15.68] Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed\n[00:18.75] Get brain in the four dot six range\n[00:21.39] Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you\n[00:24.22] Switch slames bitch flip big caine\n[00:26.18] I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast\n[00:28.73] Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed\n[00:31.48] Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab\n[00:34.05] Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny\n[00:36.73] Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes\n[00:39.37] Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\n[00:42.17] I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\n[00:44.55] I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n[00:47.36] Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\n[00:50.06] They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\n[00:52.75] They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\n[00:54.96] Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n[00:57.82] Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\n[01:00.89] Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\n[01:03.43] Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n[01:05.85] 'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n[01:08.74] When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\n[01:11.79] Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n[01:14.23] 'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\n[01:16.82] Standin' in the azure with white air forces\n[01:19.64] You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n[01:22.00] Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[01:25.08] Everyday we be off the chains\n[01:27.27] Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n[01:30.42] Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n[01:32.63] So when I holla at you, holla back\n[01:35.72] Everyday we be off the chains\n[01:37.91] Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[01:40.79] You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\n[01:43.21] S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\n[01:45.93] That's four dubs not S Four dub\n[01:48.77] Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n[01:51.55] Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n[01:54.02] One sixty push my wheel, mash cops\n[01:56.82] One sixty took my wheel to cash drop\n[01:59.48] Run sixty you big will, match cop\n[02:02.19] Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\n[02:04.50] New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\n[02:07.03] Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'\n[02:10.56] Baghdad couldn't picture me rollin'\n[02:12.56] Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'\n[02:15.99] I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'\n[02:17.82] Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons\n[02:20.49] Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\n[02:23.38] You can 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shit changed\n  Get brain in the four dot six range\n  Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you\n  Switch slames bitch flip big caine\n\n  I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast\n  Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed\n  Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab\n  Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny\n\n  Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes\n  Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\n  I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\n  I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n\n  Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\n  They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\n  They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\n  Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n\n  Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\n  Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\n  Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n  'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n\n  When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\n  Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n  'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\n  Standin' in the azure with white air forces\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\n  S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\n  That's four dubs not S Four dub\n  Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\n  Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n  One sixty push my wheel, mash cops\n  One sixty took my wheel to cash drop\n  Run sixty you big will, match cop\n\n  Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\n  New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\n  Pushin' somethin' stolen, 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you man\n\n  In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\n  I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\n  Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\n  Then we burn up the streets, bitch\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n"},{"id":38385223,"name":"Parking Lot Pimpin' (feat Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek)","trackName":"Parking Lot Pimpin' (feat Beanie Sigel & Memphis 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Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed\nContinental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab\nBig cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny\nSix-four switches, slam doors on 6's\nBig trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\nI turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\nI got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\nBitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\nThey have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard\nThey know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad\nSpin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage\nJust mackin this gorgeous; sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\nRun lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless\nBitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\nCause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es\nWhen the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious\nNever trust grimy-ass New Yorkers\n'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous\nStandin in the Azure with white Air Forces\nYou can catch me in the parkin lot\nHollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin with grain, sittin on them thangs\nTryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)\nSo when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'\nHolla at me mami! Sigel.\nYou can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy\nS-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80\nThat's four dubs, not S-4 dub\nStash box, push +Hot Wheel+ like +Matchbox+\nBitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n160, push my wheel, mash cops\nCause 160 took my wheel to cash drop\nRun 60, you Big Will, match cop\nLookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin\nNew driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column\nPushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin\nBaghdad, couldn't picture me??\nNow the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin\nI'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin\nMac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons\nFeathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\nYou can catch me in the parkin lot\nHollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin with grain, sittin on them thangs\nTryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)\nSo when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'\nYo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?\nI can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade\nSo I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin\nTold 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin\nLay back, seat recline, they notice the hand\nCar movin slow, driven by the invisible man\nEverything on the dash, digital and\nI got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man\nIn the parkin lot, where I spark a lot\nI come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\nBleek, turn up the beats.\n. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch!\nYou can catch me in the parkin lot\nHollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin with grain, sittin on them thangs\nTryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)\nSo when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'\nYou can catch me in the parkin lot\nHollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin with grain, sittin on them thangs\nTryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)\nSo when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Parking Lot Pimpin'\n  artist: \"Jay-Z\\0Jay-Z\"\n  album: The Dynasty Roc La Familia\n  duration_ms: 255171\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeh, it's that knock right here\n  You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system\n  your shit be soundin like this\n  Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed\n  Get brain in the four-dot-six Range\n  Shit mayn, switch lanes\n  Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine\n  I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast\n  Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed\n  Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab\n  Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny\n  Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's\n  Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\n  I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\n  I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n  Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\n  They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard\n  They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad\n  Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage\n  Just mackin this gorgeous; sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\n  Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless\n  Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n  Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es\n  When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious\n  Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers\n  'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous\n  Standin in the Azure with white Air Forces\n  You can catch me in the parkin lot\n  Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs\n  Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)\n  So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'\n  Holla at me mami! Sigel.\n  You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy\n  S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80\n  That's four dubs, not S-4 dub\n  Stash box, push +Hot Wheel+ like +Matchbox+\n  Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n  160, push my wheel, mash cops\n  Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop\n  Run 60, you Big Will, match cop\n  Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin\n  New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column\n  Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin\n  Baghdad, couldn't picture me??\n  Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin\n  I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin\n  Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons\n  Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\n  You can catch me in the parkin lot\n  Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs\n  Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)\n  So when I holla at you, holla back 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spit at you man\n[03:05.85] In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\n[03:08.48] I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\n[03:11.17] Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\n[03:15.66] Then we burn up the streets, bitch\n[03:16.78] You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n[03:18.87] Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[03:21.82] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:24.22] Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n[03:27.65] Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n[03:29.54] So when I holla at you, holla back\n[03:32.49] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:35.15] Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[03:37.79] You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n[03:40.23] Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[03:43.48] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:46.04] Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n[03:48.28] Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n[03:51.46] So when I holla at you, holla back\n[03:54.63] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:56.47] Ain't nuttin' 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239170\nplain: |-\n  Yea standin' knock right here\n  You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system\n  Your shit be soundin' like this\n\n  Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed\n  Get brain in the four dot six range\n  Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you\n  Switch slames bitch flip big caine\n\n  I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast\n  Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed\n  Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab\n  Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny\n\n  Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes\n  Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\n  I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\n  I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n\n  Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\n  They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\n  They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\n  Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n\n  Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\n  Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\n  Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n  'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n\n  When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\n  Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n  'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\n  Standin' in the azure with white air forces\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\n  S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\n  That's four dubs not S Four dub\n  Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\n  Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n  One sixty push my wheel, mash cops\n  One sixty took my wheel to cash drop\n  Run sixty you big will, match cop\n\n  Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\n  New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\n  Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'\n  Baghdad couldn't picture me rollin'\n\n  Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'\n  I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'\n  Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons\n  Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  Yo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?\n  I can't fit 'em all inside the escalade\n  So I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'\n\n  Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand\n  Car movin' slow driven by the invisible man\n  Everything on the dash, digital and\n  I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man\n\n  In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\n  I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\n  Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\n  Then we burn up the streets, bitch\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' 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dub\nStash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\nBitches wanna push my world, they flash box\nOne sixty push my wheel, mash cops\nOne sixty took my wheel to cash drop\nRun sixty you big will, match cop\n\nLookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\nNew driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\nPushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'\nBaghdad couldn't picture me rollin'\n\nNow the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'\nI'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'\nMac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons\nFeathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\nYo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?\nI can't fit 'em all inside the 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and Jaguarses\n\n  When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\n  Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n  'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\n  Standin' in the azure with white air forces\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\n  S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\n  That's four dubs not S Four dub\n  Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\n  Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n  One sixty push my wheel, mash cops\n  One sixty took my wheel to cash drop\n  Run sixty you big will, match cop\n\n  Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\n  New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\n  Pushin' 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ass\nI turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\nI got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n\nBitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\nThey have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\nThey know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\nSpin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n\nJust Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\nRun lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\nBitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n\nWhen the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\nNever trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\nStandin' in the azure with white air forces\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't 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holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\nYo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?\nI can't fit 'em all inside the escalade\nSo I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'\nTold 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'\n\nLay back, seat recline, they notice the hand\nCar movin' slow driven by the invisible man\nEverything on the dash, digital and\nI got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man\n\nIn the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\nI come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\nBleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\nThen we burn up the streets, bitch\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\nEveryday we be off the chains\nWorkin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\nTryin' to find out where dem dollars at\nSo when I holla at you, holla back\nEveryday we be off the chains\nAin't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\nYou can catch me in the parkin' lot\nHollerin' at 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spit at you man\n[03:05.85] In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\n[03:08.48] I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\n[03:11.17] Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\n[03:15.66] Then we burn up the streets, bitch\n[03:16.78] You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n[03:18.87] Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[03:21.82] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:24.22] Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n[03:27.65] Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n[03:29.54] So when I holla at you, holla back\n[03:32.49] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:35.15] Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[03:37.79] You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n[03:40.23] Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n[03:43.48] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:46.04] Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n[03:48.28] Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n[03:51.46] So when I holla at you, holla back\n[03:54.63] Everyday we be off the chains\n[03:56.47] Ain't nuttin' 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239170\nplain: |-\n  Yea standin' knock right here\n  You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system\n  Your shit be soundin' like this\n\n  Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed\n  Get brain in the four dot six range\n  Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you\n  Switch slames bitch flip big caine\n\n  I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast\n  Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed\n  Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab\n  Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny\n\n  Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes\n  Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\n  I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\n  I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n\n  Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\n  They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\n  They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\n  Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n\n  Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\n  Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\n  Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n  'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n\n  When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\n  Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n  'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\n  Standin' in the azure with white air forces\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\n  S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\n  That's four dubs not S Four dub\n  Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\n  Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n  One sixty push my wheel, mash cops\n  One sixty took my wheel to 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Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand\n  Car movin' slow driven by the invisible man\n  Everything on the dash, digital and\n  I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man\n\n  In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\n  I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\n  Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\n  Then we burn up the streets, bitch\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' 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holla back\n  start_ms: 231460\n  end_ms: 234630\n- text: Everyday we be off the chains\n  start_ms: 234630\n  end_ms: 236470\n- text: Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  start_ms: 236470\n  end_ms: 239170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239170\nplain: |-\n  Yea standin' knock right here\n  You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system\n  Your shit be soundin' like this\n\n  Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed\n  Get brain in the four dot six range\n  Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you\n  Switch slames bitch flip big caine\n\n  I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast\n  Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed\n  Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab\n  Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny\n\n  Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes\n  Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass\n  I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels\n  I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill\n\n  Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard\n  They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard\n  They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad\n  Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage\n\n  Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless\n  Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless\n  Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office\n  'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses\n\n  When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious\n  Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers\n  'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous\n  Standin' in the azure with white air forces\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy\n  S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty\n  That's four dubs not S Four dub\n  Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox\n\n  Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box\n  One sixty push my wheel, mash cops\n  One sixty took my wheel to cash drop\n  Run sixty you big will, match cop\n\n  Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'\n  New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column\n  Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'\n  Baghdad couldn't picture me rollin'\n\n  Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'\n  I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'\n  Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons\n  Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  Yo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?\n  I can't fit 'em all inside the escalade\n  So I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'\n\n  Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand\n  Car movin' slow driven by the invisible man\n  Everything on the dash, digital and\n  I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man\n\n  In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot\n  I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks\n  Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat\n  Then we burn up the streets, bitch\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n\n  You can catch me in the parkin' lot\n  Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Workin' with grain, sittin' on things\n\n  Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at\n  So when I holla at you, holla back\n  Everyday we be off the chains\n  Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'\n"}]