(Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro Repeat 2x) Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose, but them b**hes too scary [Verse 1 - Trae] Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads I told J replace the swisha's with hundreds to burn bread On that other sh** too much attention attract feds Like it was Cornbread's parkin my Lac by the sherm heads Hood figgas got these n***as tryna swagga jack They old school they could never get they swagga back Caliminio seats, steppin on the plastic mats I gave the hood a heart attack, bangin some cla**ic Pat Who's next to plex? b**h I got that plastic mac Belts jumpin off the trunk, now watch me pa** the rats n***as hatin on the truth I'm bout to pa** it back They prolly pissed I lit the torch and never pa**ed it back I'm Houston along, some people might say that I'm wrong But I'm a a**hole - rules don't apply in my zone Slugs might fly out the chrome, my gangsta too fly to be cloned I ride by sayin f** you and continue to roam (Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro) [Verse 2 - Z-Ro] Uh I use to rock green converse and tan dickies Way befor ballin, not playin with hundreds and fifties Parkin lot pimpin from the pa**enger side My partna's lookin good in they ride, so I had to get mine 24/7 I was on my grind Lookin forward to shinin and lookin lovely Lookin forward to n***as hatin cause they b**hes wanna f** me But ain't nobody gon'touch me cause I'm a boss f** around and send a wave thru a n***as house And it'll wipe his whole family out Anyway, I'm on top of my game today Plus I'm on top of my page today a**hole By Nature, I'm real and the fake gon'fade away Fogori gla**es sittin on my nose, the Dodge is sittin on 84's And Z-Ro treats his clothes, better then his hoes I wrap Alligator skin around my toes Lamborghini doors, open up and close - my mouth, my neck, my wrist is froze I'm doin this sh** for Robert Earl Davis and John Hawkins I'm the center of attention I got the whole city talkin (Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro) [Verse 3 - Z-Ro] Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads Havin money even though the record label ain't pay me my bread I go get it and then come back with it cause I'm a street n***a My people need to be fed, I'm a make sure all my people can eat n***a And we ain't f**in with wing dinners no mo cause we feast n***a With expensive taste that's the name of the game, ain't f**in with it if it come cheap n***a I got out of jail on July 9th, spent the night in the Hotel The next day I was in a new house, big body in the driveway - b**h I'm makin that mail [Verse 4 - Trae] I told 'em the world'll see me in a minute I went and got my weight up and graduated from broke to callin shots like a leuitenant Now when I slide by people be lookin like who the f** is that? Jackers watchin but I'll be the first to show 'em where they luck is at It ain't too wise to get to close to me Cause when it get gangsta, you'll see me show you how it's 'pose to be I'm here to show my hustle when I get this bread I don't give 'em the blues I give 'em a brace around they neck from the way that I'm turnin heads (Chorus Till End)