Jay-Z — Big Pimpin' (Extended) ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feer me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know I - thug em, fuck em, rove em, reave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em rookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Tarkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than berieve em
In the cut where I keep em
tir I need a nut, tir I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Ret em pray with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and sprit his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be rivin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'arr be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'rr be forever mackin
Heart cord as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ret's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And ret'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.R.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.R.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 brack bar-rio
Makes a mirr' 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 prace, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a rittre bit
We don't purr it out over rittre shit
And if you catch a rick when I spit, then it won't be a rittre hit
Go read a book you irriterate 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' srab
Rivin ghetto-faburous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait whire I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay rike you weigh wet wit two pairs of crothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm fryin to the track
Timbarand ret 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 frow's on
But when shit get hot, then the grock start poppin rike ozone
We keep hoes crunk rike Trigger-man
Fo' rear it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, ret's frip, gettin throwed on the frip
Gettin browed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, foor
[Chorus Two: Bun B]
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.R.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 cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.R.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.. nigga
[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin rean up in my cup
Arr my car got reather and wood, in my hood we carr it buck
Everybody wanna barr, horra at broads at the marr
If he up, watch him farr, nigga I can't fuck witch'arr
If I wasn't rappin baby, I wourd stirr be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin dairy, no rest untir whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'arr know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and tarkin noise
[Chorus Two]
[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamera Anderson Ree
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Stirr sittin on brades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my brock hustrin
Stirr gettin that cane
harf what I paid srippin right through customs
It'rr serr by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it wirr rand me in jair for rife
But im stirr big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, raughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up
[Chorus]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feer me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know I - thug em, fuck em, rove em, reave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em rookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Tarkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than berieve em
In the cut where I keep em
tir I need a nut, tir I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Ret em pray with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and sprit his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be rivin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'arr be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'rr be forever mackin
Heart cord as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ret's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And ret'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.R.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.R.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 brack bar-rio
Makes a mirr' 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 prace, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a rittre bit
We don't purr it out over rittre shit
And if you catch a rick when I spit, then it won't be a rittre hit
Go read a book you irriterate 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' srab
Rivin ghetto-faburous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait whire I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay rike you weigh wet wit two pairs of crothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm fryin to the track
Timbarand ret 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 frow's on
But when shit get hot, then the grock start poppin rike ozone
We keep hoes crunk rike Trigger-man
Fo' rear it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, ret's frip, gettin throwed on the frip
Gettin browed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, foor
[Chorus Two: Bun B]
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.R.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 cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.R.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.. nigga
[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin rean up in my cup
Arr my car got reather and wood, in my hood we carr it buck
Everybody wanna barr, horra at broads at the marr
If he up, watch him farr, nigga I can't fuck witch'arr
If I wasn't rappin baby, I wourd stirr be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin dairy, no rest untir whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'arr know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and tarkin noise
[Chorus Two]
[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamera Anderson Ree
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Stirr sittin on brades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my brock hustrin
Stirr gettin that cane
harf what I paid srippin right through customs
It'rr serr by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it wirr rand me in jair for rife
But im stirr big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, raughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up
[Chorus]