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Parkin' Lot Pimpin'
N2deep
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I spits game on my cellular, bump brawls on the regular
Can't get in the club cause they be like "Yo, what's hell to ya?"
But check this out, I'm from the V-J, yo
So parking lot pimpin' is all I know
I money mack and stacks, and buy Lizay and yak
I'm in the back of the 'Lac, she Puerto Rican and black
I'm trying to get half of what the government pays us
My game be sharper than a motherfucking razor
Bezerk, I'm doing wizzerk
I need to jugg a hidden slizzerk, burr, and jizzerk
My pockets full of green dinero, with double payroll
You know a nigga nathin' careful, in the marrow
The hitting type was like a veteran, and when I steps in
I take a bitch and her best friend for Excedrin
And get a room at the Marriott when I bury cock
For sure I gets them very hot, and they cherries pop
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
Now, "All money ain't good money," is what Boley told me
But fuck that, you better pay me what you owe me, homie
And show me 'spect 'fore I check yo' chin
You're dealing with an ice-cold Mexican
So batter up, bitch, let me follow the script
And if you're choosing to hate, y'all can swallow the tip
Of my dick as I piss all down yo' throat
I'm at the Bridgeside turnstile and roll the dope
A JT they say, "Is you a playa?"
I reply, "Hell yeah, straight out the Bay, yuh"
I stay, uh, keyed and perkin', mouthpiece be working
On that drank 'til I die, bitch, I gots to stay high
Don't ask a rider why, it's in my veins, still I maintain
Eighty West fast lane, still getting head, mayne
It's going down, fuck the coppers
Cause ain't too many motherfuckers that can stop us
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
Yeah, this your motherfucking boy Boley, homes
In this motherfucker straight from the Bridgeside
A.K.A. the Razor, bitch
N2Deep and Potna Deuce in the house, hoes
It's so obvious, it ain't no stopping this
I'm talking 'bout the poppinest, V-Town metropolis
Northwest and Southerners, soldiers and governors
Big dope discoverers, soundproof loviners
Game-type strategies, weekly seeing tragedies
Puffing on a sack of weed cause a nigga had to be
Clever with his cheddar, daily breaking bread of
Heroin soup trendsetters, it's all about vendettas (Biatch)
I make money everyday, paper chase, can't waste
No time on the grind, cause I'm trying to start from dying
In the game, understudy of the most macking
V-Town Khalifa (West Coast crack)
Big Bank with the crank and the hot
Can't stop cause they got all my pages
Outrageous, baby boy, you know me
I'm still M.O.P., Money Over Pussy, uh
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
Yeah, we in this motherfucker parking lot pimpin' like a motherfucker
I got all my potnas in this motherfucker, bitch
I thought you knew this
I got my boy JT from N2Deep
RTR and Young B from Potna Deuce
A.K.A. Web Street in the motherfucking house
We up in the studio doing this like this
It's beacon, bitch, on my
The motherfucking Razor, hoes
Come through and get some blow
Or some motherfucking chronic, though
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Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Parking lot pimpin', y'all
Parking lot pimpin' and we puttin' it down
Dedicated to the grind, representing the town
Yeah, parking lot pimpin', y'all
A gang of broads be there
You best to be aware
Keep yo' strap
In case some faulty shit jump
Smoke yo' weed and yo' chug
Smoke yo' weed, don't ever let a nigga hit it
Unless he got five bucks
You gotta have five or ten
You know?
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