Dynasty-roc La Familia 2000

[jay-z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the r-o-c
Sigel sigel in the house

[beanie sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[jay-z]
Uhh, uhh, memph bleek in the house

[memphis bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!

[jay-z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
Young hova in the house.. jigga! yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see jigga man i'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-hov, bout to change my name to jay peso
But in the meantime, call me william h. though
On the platinum yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{*cycle whizzes by*} y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, mac?

[beanie sigel]
Nah dawg, that's m. bleek comin

[memphis bleek]
Who the fluck, want, what?
Catch bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (oo-wee!)
Holla if you want drama with

[jay-z]
The dynasty; amil, bleek, jigga and..

[beanie sigel]
Sigel - desert eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, roc-wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know i keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-x-t, i'm lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, l.a. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus i stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, i pop shit i got shit
Get sig' any track i'ma spit the talk to it
Down south gon' bounce crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

[singer]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

[jay-z]
Sigel sigel in the house

[beanie sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[singer]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

[jay-z]
Memph bleek in the house

[memphis bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!

[singer]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

[jay-z]
Young hova in the house.. jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!

I wear more bling to the source and soul train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight i'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is hov'
One shot dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one roc la familia
Sigel lock philly up, brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the east coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than will smith
Can't call this a comeback, i run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million i done that, and i come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there's only one rule
I will not, lose!

[jay-z]
Told y'all... dynasty... roc-a-fella records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! uhh
Memph bleek.. amil-lion.. sigel sigel ya heard?
It's a dynasty! who do you believe?

Jigga man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
Foes knock the man off your polo sweater
Roll with the r-o-c, a-fella
Remember me? the teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
Oh please feel us - we heat holders
Fightin? listen boy, roy jones couldn't still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what? amil-lion, uhh
Cat be him, el cap-i-tan
The fire i spit burn down happyland
Social club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
Like a don's supposed to, shawn
I thought i told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
Fuck it; jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? memph bleek..

[memphis bleek]
Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's m dot e-m, the roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
No obituary, i get it critical
You know memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When i cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, i'm blastin, it's the roc, you bastards
Jigga man what? amil-lion yeah
Memph bleek huh? sigel sigel c'mon
Spit acid, c'mon
Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
Puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the r-o-c dot a dot fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, jigga man what? memph bleek huh?
Amil-lion yeah, sigel sigel rap

[beanie sigel]
R (dot) o (dot) c (dot) stop
From tower to mind pop, i move out stop
Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin 'em up
Forty-five acp, let me squeeze lime 'em up
You want, drama what? well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wettin me dog, the high will do it; i used to wild off embalmin fluid
I send niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it - i'm a beast!
Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
When they motherfuckin peeps hit
But i don't cease nuttin, i decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
Jigga man what? sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek uh, amil-lion right

[amil]
Yo, a to the m-i, feminist
Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am i, gon' run or stay, can i
Get away no you can't can't i surrendi?
And i, lazy bop, mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like lady di

[jay-z]
Jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what? amil-lion uhh

[clue] yeah.. dj clue! a/k/a/, william, m. holla..
With william h. holla
[jay-z] the world's most infamous
[clue] the holla family nigga
[jay-z] roc-a-fella records, c'mon
[clue] dynasty! new jay-z! beanie sigel!
Stick to the script!
[jay-z] we live money over bitches nigga stick to the script
[clue] remember where you heard it first.. stupid!
[jay-z] cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
[clue] d.. j.. clue!

[jay-z]
Yo, they call me william h. (h!) the all-time great (great!)
I fuck the most hoes out of new york state (state!)
I rock my jewels (jewels) i'm not a fool (fool!)
In the small of my back i got this big-ass tool (ha hah!)
When i'm skatin through the city and i stop and kick it
Be the most asked question - how i got them digits?
I say i stay on my grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mime i gotta watch you snitches
And i stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs
I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words
To the man, seen a sammy the bull emerge on the stand
And it was all good just a week ago
We lost todd e., but we still eatin though
For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets
Til we reach malik or the date of e's release
Peep hova in a jeep rover, passin reefer over
To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip
We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script
C'mon!

[chorus: jay-z]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "you can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers"}
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "you in the streets nigga, make your moves"}

{*scratch* "y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing"}

[beanie sigel]
Geah, uh-huh
Yeah, money over bitches nigga
{*scratch* "this philly cat ba.. back at it"}
Stick to the script, yo

Aiyyo they don't call me mac for nuttin
I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that mac be frontin
But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin
Take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind
Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again
You can be my hoe bitch, i can't make you my friend
Because - friends depend on friends, not bean sigel's shit
I don't need you; let welfare feed you
Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip
I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks
I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit
I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts
Bitch, you can't get at me, shit i get at you
Only in the physical, i tell you like mystikal
"shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself
(yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself"
Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man i roll with a sturdy click
That'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit
Slide a bitch what? slide a bitch shit
Slide a bitch dick, then i slide out a bitch shit
Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops
Shit i'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks
Low price, quick flip, 2-8-k quick
Shit don't go right, 2 ak's spit - stick to the script nigga

[chorus]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
..
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch
We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon

[jay-z]
Nah motherfucker
Ge-ge-geah-geah
Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[beanie sigel]
We be the r,o,c .. y'all get your dope from us
We runs the r,o,c.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon

Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always god or sumthin
Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin
Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin
Nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin
You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick
But when the 4's grip, i floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit
Your man bullshit? might get him four quick
All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit
It's b sig dog, straight in da league y'all
Straight out da school yard hoover, i schooled y'all
Now school's out, lights out tools out
You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route
While i pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho'
To get next to your new dough
Your new crack spot you know mac steal crack to crack pot
Niggaz know i spit on every track hot

[chorus: repeat 2x]
It's the r, o, c, stop
From tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop
R,o,c, stop
We shower your mom block and move out with glocks

[memphis bleek]
Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my g's
Yo yo
Aiyyo, this for my g's, hoes, gangstas, foes
Niggaz who get dough rep for get lo
I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)
Eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight
I'm hot son
[beans] stop son they livin a lie duke
You plot son i pop one still in the sky duke
M to the a to the r-c-y duke
Niggaz die here can't nothin revive you
I'm still here niggaz see what i drive through
Sittin on dubs with screens inside too
I'm simply street, i'm memphis bleek
Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep
On, b-l-a-d's i get c-l-a-p's
Catch me not givin a fuck i'm on these la trees
One for sigel sigel, two for the jigga and
Three for amil-lion and four for memph man

[chorus]

[beanie sigel]
Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
And mac with this mac ..
And let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
Where your apartment at
You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
Or where you be.. creepin at
Where your birds be.. shh
Oops mean (chirpin at) damn i'm hurtin that
Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose
That's, some freestyle shit, i don't know
Hey playboy take that back a bit
Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
And mac with this mac ..
And let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
Where your apartment at
You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
Or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at
Where your birds be, cheepin at
Oops mean chirpin that, damn i be workin that
Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that

[chorus]

[outro]
R,o,c, stop
R,o,c.. mom block and move out with glocks
Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh
Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-roc, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-roc, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-roc, y'all can't fuck with us {*fades out*}

[jay-z]
Is he a blood, is he crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? y'know, ehh
Look..

If i shoot you, i'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and i'm sick of explainin this
I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah, i know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?
I shoulda known better, and i planned to
But dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle
I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet
I tried to tie my hands like an iraqi hostage
Let niggaz take shots at me, no response
I just - flip and, pop my collar like the fonz
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the qu'ran
Or old testament, don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause
Your future's my past, i've been here before
I know when you're schemin, i feel when you plottin
I got, mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin i read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..

[jay-z]
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And i only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have i got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
Before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever jigga say, jigga probably do
Shit i paid my dues, i made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say jigga can't go back home
You know when i heard that? when i was back home
I'm comfortable dog, brooklyn to rome
On any martin luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if i got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken, my god
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

[chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo

[jay-z]
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my pops when i was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
But i ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face
All i did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully
I took trips with so much shit in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nigga? the real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga

[beanie sigel]
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
Shit they got me circlin the block before i'm parkin now
Don't get it twisted, i ain't bitchin, i'm just cautious now
Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now
Hit his click sig' up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like bell atlantic express
I feel the vibes and i hear the rumors
But fuck it, i'm still alive and i'm still in ju'maa i know 'stafallah
Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes i know, i spat it to y'all
To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
Fuck you i got guns like neo in +matrix+
Cross the family, think mac's sweet like cairo
Or soft like play-doh get knocked off like fredo - corleone
They find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then i cross you then i'm leavin
Apply full court pressure
Like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure
To the trigger, bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves
I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes, realize it's beans
Niggaz wanna despise the team; till i play head coach
And straight up, divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! yeah..

[jay-z]
Mmm, you don't understand now be..cause you're cryin, and you hurt
You'll understand soon enough.. soon enough

[singer overlaps jay-z]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all
But you see how i am around girls; i ruin 'em all
Plus your mom call me son, around you since i was small
Shit i watched you mature - nah, this ain't right
But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried
Over my right shoulder i told you to wipe your eyes
Take your time when you likin a guy
Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, it's pimp or die
I bought you earrings on your birthday
Drove you to college your first day
It must be sad, though it hurts to say
We could never be a item, don't even like him
You deserve better - this is ugly; gina, please don't love me
There's better guys out there other than me
{you need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that you know}
Like a lawyer or a doctor with a ph.d
Think of how upset your mother and brother would be
If they found that you was huggin me
My conscience is fuckin with me

[singer]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
Man, i look in the eyes of a..
This.. a kid that stole life and me together..
We're tryin, really tryin to make it work
I'm young, and i ain't ready, and i told you

[singer overlaps jay-z]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
It ain't like, i ain't tell you from day one, i ain't shit
When it comes to relationships, i don't have the patience
Now it's too late, we got a little life together
And in my mind i really want you to be my wife forever
But in the physical it's like i'ma be trife forever
A different girl every night forever; told you to leave
But you're stubborn and you love him and,
No matter what despite all the fuckin and the cheatin,
You still won't leave him, now you're grievin
And i feel bad, believe me
But i'm young and i ain't ready, and this ain't easy
Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so i told you to skate
You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through
Doin a fight, throw in a fuss, you the mother of my baby
I don't want you to hate me, this is about us
Rather me; i ain't ready to be what you want me to be
Because i love you, i want you to leave, please

[singer]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
Mm... listen ma
I mean, i seen you workin two or three jobs
Daddy left... i i thought i was makin things better
I made it worse

[singer overlaps jay-z]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
Dear ma, i'm in the cell, lonely as hell
Writin this scribe, thinkin bout how you must feel inside
You tried to teach me better, but i refused to grow
God damn i ain't the young man that you used to know
You said the street claim lives, but i wanted things like
Bling bling ice i was wrong in hindsight
Shit we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse
I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out
But your house is your house, i ain't respect the rules
I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews
And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs
Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin larry love
Meanwhile, you workin hard like, two or three jobs
Tryin to feed me and my siblings, makin an honest livin
Who am i kiddin i, call myself easin the load
I made the load heavy, i need money for commissary
Try to understand, please

[singer - repeat all 6x until fade]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, dynasty, young hova

I'm a hustler baby [i'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [wanna let you know]
It aint where i been [it aint where i been]
But where i'm bout to go [top of the world!]
Now i just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who i am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[verse 1]
When the remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will i fuck 'em will i diss 'em, that's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, i replace them, huh?
Drunk off crist', mami on e
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
"and i wish i never met her at all..."
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of crist'
Four belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, prada blouse, gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
You wanna see how far i'ma go
How, much i'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, i might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the hov', and i'll never let you down
Get you bling like the neptune sound
Okay, hot hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2pac's soul
Only way to roll, jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, motorola, two way page me, c'mon

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, hov']
I just want you to know [hov']
It aint where i been
But where i'm bout to go [hov', hov']
Now i just wanna love you [young hova]
But be who i am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man

[verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, i'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, club cheetah, to club amnesia
The peanuts in l.a., bubblin' in dublin
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, hov'!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh

[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]