| Lyrics: | [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'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 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 |
