Big Pimpin` Lyrics

Big Pimpin`

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin
G's
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
don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I
don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout,
"What's the reasons?"
I'm 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 it's, beep beep and I'm 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,
I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin,
y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never
happen
I'll 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 let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE,
yeah
And let's 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
cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin
up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big
pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big
pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N
B

[Bun B]
Nigga it's 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, that's my scenario
No I
can't 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 don't pull it out over little
shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little
hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo'
vocab
Don't 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 can't 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 I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my
pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin
these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot,
then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like
Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip,
gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man,
fool

Chorus Two: Bun B

We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We
be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin
cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in
P.A.T.
It's 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 can't fuck
witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin
Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh,
now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin
weed and talkin noise

Chorus Two