[Verse 1]

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, pimpin' all the hoes

Feet hanging out the window, rollin' bones, blowing O's, oh

Fourty ounces of alcohol in my bottle

Bumpin' Juvenile, four hundred degrees in my Impala

Bitch, it's 1996, leanin' on that switch

I fucked that ho once, but I ain't called that bitch since

Boy, I'm beating up your block, feel the bass, I know you heard me

That skinny white pimp with that black Glock 30

6'3", gold chain in the jersey

Bitches know its BONES when they see that Chevy swervin'

[Chorus]

What?

We just parking lot pimpin'

Parking lot pimpin', bitch

Parking lot pimpin', yeah

What?

We just parking lot pimpin'

Parking lot pimpin', bitch

Parking lot pimpin', yeah

[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, rollin' blunts 'til it's death

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 motherfucking team, we don't need your respect

All we need is a beach, a little bit of drugs on the set