Bones - Bones lyrics

[Verse 1: Bones] Let me tell you a little story About a pimp named Bones Always ride with that chrome, never left the chrome at home See parked up in the parking lot Pimping all the hoes Feet hanging out the window Rolling bones, blowing O's 40 ounces of alcohol in my bottle, bumping juvenile 400 degrees in my Impala b**h its 1996, leanin' on that switch I f**ed that ho once, but I ain't called that b**h since Boy im beating up your block, feel the ba** I know you heard me That skinny white pimp With that black Glock 30 6'3", gold chain in the jersey b**hes know its Bones when they see that Chevy swervin' [Hook] What? We just parking lot pimpin' Parking lot pimpin, b**h Parking lot pimpin, yeah(x2) [Verse 2] He look just like a ghost, when you see him in the night Skin glowing like stars, every time you hit the light Tanqueray in my flask Pile of ash, on the dash Few more ounces in the glove, rolling blunts till' it's d**h They looking at me strange I tell 'em its just SESH They ask me what that means Buncha blunts to the neck That's the motherf**ing team, we don't need your respect All we need is a beach, a little bit of d** on the set...