Lyrics:
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
I'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parkin' lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs
couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
Well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed
couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
Well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
I'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parkin' lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs
Headlights breakin' 'cause your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin' outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the E-Q and play
the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get
and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I want to kill her
But so I gotta catch her first
Ran threw alleys, parkin' lots,
My feet were killing me, my dogs were barkin',
I must have fallen asleep where I was parkin',
And then I dreamed two dogs were talkin', take my
the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters
Oh, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance
Learn to dance, get
it do? I'm posted up in the parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'
Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy
Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break
I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car
Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are"
the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho
Asked her to dance and she said
"Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who
And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go
bars of fire (is what I'm startin')
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parkin' (uh,
seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter
And parkin' the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of
Satellite's gone way up to Mars
Soon it'll be filled with parkin' cars
I watched it
tonight
A heartache tonight I know
Let's go
We can beat around the bushes
We can get down to the bone
We can leave it in the parkin' lot
But either
(Spoken):
"A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve"
(Bronx cheer)
No parkin
bars of fire (is what I'm startin')
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parkin' (uh,
to hustlin'
Bird shufflin', Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came
Circlin' parkin' lots
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of
Satellite's gone way up to Mars
Soon it'll be filled with parkin' cars
I watched it
there
On some beach
Somewhere
I circled the parkin' lot tryin' to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck
A man with a big cigar was
a red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you
ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
And got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
And guess what? (What?)
She want the nigga with
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