Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Big Pimpin' (Extended) Lyrics

(feat. U.G.K.)

 [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]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee

 MTV jam of the week 

 Made my money quick then back to the streets but

 Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...

 Standin on the corner of my block hustlin

 Still gettin that cane

 half what I paid slippin right through customs

 It'll sell by night its extra white...

 I got so many grams if the man find out 

 it will land me in jail for life 

 But im still big pimpin spendin chesse 

 with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy

 We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up

 Jigga Man that's what's up

 

 [Chorus]