Jay-Z:
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin' baby..
It's big pimpin', spendin' cheese
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 fucking need 'em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin good
But I don't fucking feed 'em
First time they fuss I'm breezing
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
till I need a nut, till I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm picking '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 living it up? Shit I..
parts with nothing, y'all be fronting
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
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
We doing.. big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
Check 'em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doing.. big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-M B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We doing big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doing big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-M B
Bum B:
Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Coming straight up out the black barrio
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 pointing they say, "There he go!"
Now these mother fuckers 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 coming down on yo' slab
Living ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hating 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 flying 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
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 thrown on the flip
Getting blown with the mother fucking Jigga Man, fool
Bum B
We be.. big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be.. big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-M 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 PAT
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-M B.. nigga
Pimp C:
Uhh.. smoking out, throwing 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 wit all
If I wasn't rapping baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chroming shining sippin daily
no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout 'em Texas boys
Coming down in candied toys
smoking weed and talking noise
Bum 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-M 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-M B.. nigga