Jay Big Pimpin Lyrics
            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, f___ em, love em, leave em
            Cause i don't f___in need em
            Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
            But i don't f___in 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, b____
            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 d___ 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? s___ 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 a__assins, i got no passion
            I got no patience
            And i hate waitin..
            Hoe get yo' a__ 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]
            n____ 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 f___ a scary hoe
            Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
            Hoes start pointin - they say, "there he go!"
            Now these m_________ers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
            We don't pull it out over little s___
            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 b____ 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 n____ if you hatin i
            Then you wait while i get yo' b____ b___-naked, just break it
            You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
            Now get yo' a__ 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 s___ 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 m_________in 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.. n____
        
            [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, n____ i can't f___ 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 b____es in the back of the truck, laughin it up
            Jigga man that's what's up
        
            Chorus
        
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