Jay-Z - Big Pimpin´ lyrics

Album: The Life and Times of Shawn Carter (1999)

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It is big pimpin baby..
It is big pimpin, spendin cheese
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyea, geyea
Ge-ge-geyea, geyea..

You know I - thug em, f*ck em, love em, leave em
Cause I do not f*ckin need em
Take ´em out the hood, keep ´em lookin good
But I do not f*ckin feed em
1st time they fuss I am breezin
Talkin bout, "What´s the reasons?"
I am 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 is, beep beep & I am pickin ´em up
Let ´em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him & split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I ama 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 will 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, yea
And let´s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check ´em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yea

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 is just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, & 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 is just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, & B-U-N B

[Bun B]
Nigga it is the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill´ up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back & peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that is my scenario
No I cannot f*ck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherf*ckers know we carry mo´ heat than a little bit
We do not pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it wouldn´t be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch & 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´ve got to pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo´ ass to the back as I am flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro´s on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That is the track that we breakin these hoes on
Aint 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 motherf*ckin 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 is just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, & 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 is just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, & B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather & wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I cannot f*ck witch´all
If I wasn´t rappin baby, I´d still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest till whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y´all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed & talkin noise

Chorus Two

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