Jay-Z - Big Pimpin' Lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]

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 looking good

But I don't fuckin feed 'em

First time they fuss I'm breezin'

Talking '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 nutt 'til I need to beat the guts

Then it's "beep beep" and I'm picking them up

Let 'em play with the dick in the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga's fists in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head I'mma break bread

So you can be living it up? Shit I

Part with nothing y'all be frontin'

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothing never happen

I'll be forever macking

Heart cold as assassins I got no passion

I got no patience

And I hate waiting

Ho get your ass in and let's ride

[Hook -Jay-Z]

We doing: big pimpin we spending cheese (Check 'em out now)

Big pimpin on B.L.A.D.'s

We doing big pimpin up in N.Y.C

It's just that Jigga Man Pimp C and B-U-N B

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[Verse 2 - Bun B]

Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario

Coming straight up out the black barrio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho

Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o

Oops my bad that's my scenario

No I can't fuck a scary ho

Now every time every place everywhere we go

Hoes start pointing - they say "There he go!"

Now these motherfuckers know we carry more 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 your vocab

Don't be surprised if your ho stab out with me

And you see us coming down on your SLAB

Living ghetto-fabulous so mad you just can't take it

But nigga if you hating I

Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked. Just break it

You gotta pay like you weigh: wet with two pairs of clothes on

Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flying to the track

Timbaland let me spit my prose on

Pump it up in the pro-zone

That's the track that we breaking these hoes on

Ain't the track that we flow's on

But when shit get hot then the Glock start popping like ozone

We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man

For real it don't get no bigger man

Don't trip let's flip getting throwed on the flip

Getting blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man fool

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Pimp C]

Smoking out pouring up keeping 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 rapping baby I would still be riding Mercedes

Chroming shining sipping daily no rest until whitey pay me

Uhhh now what y'all know bout them Texas boys

Coming down in candied toys smoking weed and talking noise

[Hook]

On the 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 sitting on blades... sipping that ray

Standing on the corner of my block hustling

Still getting that cane

Half what I paid slipping right through customs

It'll sell by night its egg shell white

I got so many grams if the man find out

It will land me in jail for life

But I'm still big pimping spending chesse

With B.U.N. B Pimp C and Timothy

We got bitches in the back of the truck laughing it up

Jigga Man: that's what's up

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