Big Pimpin (Extended Version) Lyrics

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Big Pimpin (Extended Version) Lyrics

Artist Jay-Z

[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

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's, beep beep and I am 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 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'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 am 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

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