Big Pimpin` lyrics

Artist  : Jay-z 
Song : Big Pimpin`



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[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