[Jay-Z]
  Yeh, 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 mayn, switch lanes
  Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
    I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast
  Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed
  Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab
  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 Mac (??) God, the 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
    [Chorus: sung]
  You can catch me in the parkin lot
  Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'
  Everyday we be off the chains
  Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs
  Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)
  So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
  Everyday we be off the chains
  Ain't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'
    [Beanie Sigel]
  Holla at me mami! Sigel..
    You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy
  S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80
  That's four dubs, not S-4 dub
  Stash box, push +Hot Wheel+ like +Matchbox+
  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
  Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin
  New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column
  Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin
  Baghdad, couldn't picture me ??
  Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin
  I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin
  Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons
  Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
    [Chorus]
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Yo, aiyyo 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 parkin lot pimpin
  Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin
  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 fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man
  In the parkin 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!
    [Chorus 2X]