Big Pimpin` lyrics

Artist  : Jay-Z Featuring UGK 
Song : Big Pimpin`
 


[Jay-Z]

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 looking
good
But I don't fuckin' feed em
First time
they fuss I'm breezin'
Talking 'bout what's the
reasons
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
bitch
Better trust and believe 'em
In a cut
where I keep 'em
'Til I need a nut
'Til I
need to be (in) the guts
The 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 incuffs
Divorce him and split his
bucks
Just because you got good head
I'mma
break bread
So you can be livin' it up
Shit
I part's wit 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 your ass
in

Chorus 1
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
2
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
NYC
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and
B.U.N.B.
Check em out
now
(Repeat)

Hook 1
Nigga it's the
big southern rappin pimp Presario
Coming
straight up out the black bar-io
(bar-rio)
Makes a Mil up off a sorry
hoe
Then sit back and peep my
scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now
every time, every place, everywhere we
go
Hoe's start pointing and say "There he
go!"
Now these muthafuckas know we carry more
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
your vocab
Don't be surprised if your hoe
steps out wit' me
And you see us coming downon
yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you
just can't take it
But nigga if you hate now,
then you wait while
I get your bitch butt
naked
Just break it
You gotta play like you
ain't wet with two pairs of clothes on
Now get
your ass to the back
As I fly to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up
in the pro-zone
That's the track that we
breaking these hoes on
Hate the track that we
flow's on
But when the shit get's hot, then
the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep
hoes crunk like Trigga-man
Who really don't
get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, then
throw it on the flip
Then blow with the
muthafuckin' Jigga-man
Fool

Chorus
2
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be
big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s
We be big pimpin'
down in PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C
and B.U.N.B.

Cause we be big pimpin',
spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on
B.L.A.P.'s
We be big pimpin' down in
PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and
B.U.N.B.
Nigga

Hook 2
Uh,
smoky-eyed, torn up, keepin' it lit up in my
cup
All my cars got leather and wood
In my
hood, they call it buck
Everybody wanna ball,
holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch
him fall
Nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I
wasn't rapping baby I would still be ridin'
Mercedes
Chromin', shinin', sippin'
daily
No rest until whitey pays me
Uh, now
what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin'
down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin'
noise

Chorus 2
We be big pimpin',
spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on
B.L.AP.'s
We be big pimpin' down in
PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and
B.U.N.B.

Cause we be big pimpin', spendin'
cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s
We be
big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that
Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.
Nigga