Jay-Z - Big Pimpin' (featuring UGK)

Vol. 3: Life and Times of S. Carter (1999)

Lyrics Made By Will Tian

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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 and believe 'em 

In a cut where I keep 'em 

'Til I need a nut 

'Til I need to be (in) the guts 

The 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 incuffs 

Divorce him and split his bucks 

Just because you got good head 

I'mma break bread 

So you can be livin' it up 

Shit I part's wit 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 your 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 



We doin' big pimpin, we spendin' cheese (Check 'em out now ) 

Big pimpin' 

On B.L.A.P.'s 

We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC 

It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. 

big pimpin, we spendin' cheese

We doin' big pimpin'

On B.L.A.P.'s 

Check em out now 



Nigga it's the big southern rappin pimp Presario 

Coming straight up out the black bar-io (bar-rio) 

Makes a Mil up off a sorry hoe 

Then sit back and peep my scenario 

Oops, my bad, that's my scenario 

No I can't fuck a scary hoe 

Now every time, every place, everywhere we go 

Hoe's start pointing and say "There he go!" 

Now these muthafuckas 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 hoe steps out wit' me 

And you see us coming downon yo' slab 

Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it 

But nigga if you hate now, then you wait while 

I get your bitch butt naked 

Just break it 

You gotta play like you ain't wet with two pairs of clothes on 

Now get your ass to the back 

As I fly to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on 

Pump it up in the pro-zone 

That's the track that we breaking these hoes on 

Hate the track that we flow's on 

But when the shit get's hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone 

We keep hoes crunk like Trigga-man 

Who really don't get no bigger man 

Don't trip, let's flip, then throw it on the flip 

Then blow with the muthafuckin' Jigga-man 

Fool 



We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 

We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s 

We be big pimpin' down in PAT 

It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. 



Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 

We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s 

We be big pimpin' down in PAT 

It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. 

Nigga 



Uh, smoky-eyed, torn up, keepin' it lit up in my cup 

All my cars got leather and wood 

In my hood, they call it buck 

Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall 

If he up, watch him fall 

Nigga I can't fuck with y'all 

If I wasn't rapping baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes 

Chromin', shinin', sippin' daily 

No rest until whitey pays me 

Uh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys 

Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise 



We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 

We be big pimpin' on B.L.AP.'s 

We be big pimpin' down in PAT 

It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. 



Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 

We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s 

We be big pimpin' down in PAT 

It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. 

Nigga