Jay-Z

(feat. U.G.K.)
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
Its big pimpin baby..
Its big pimpin, spendin Gs
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I dont fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I dont fuckin feed em
First time they fuss Im breezin
Talkin bout, "Whats the reasons?"
Im a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then its, beep beep and Im pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, Ima break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, yall be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
Ill be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo ass in
And lets RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And lets RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
Chorus One: Jay-Z
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin Gs
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin Gs
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
[Bun B]
Nigga its the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, thats my scenario
No I cant fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo heat than a little bit
We dont pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it wont be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo vocab
Dont be surprised if yo hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just cant take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo ass to the back as Im flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pros on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
Thats the track that we breakin these hoes on
Aint the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo real it dont get no bigger man
Dont trip, lets flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
Chorus Two: Bun B
We be.. big pimpin, spendin Gs
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin Gs
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I cant fuck witchall
If I wasnt rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what yall know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
Chorus Two
[ Big Pimpin Lyrics ]