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Lyrics to Big Pimpin' by 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, f-ck em, love em, leave em

Cause I don't f-ckin need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don't f-ckin 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 G's

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 G's

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-gga 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-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 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 n-gga 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 motherf-ckin Jigga Man, fool



[Chorus Two: Bun B]



We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's

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 G's

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-gga



[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-gga I can't f-ck 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]