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Big Pimpin'

This song is by Jay-Z, features UGK and appears on the album Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter (1999).

This song has been sampled by Kendrick Lamar in the song "Blow My High (Members Only)".
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Big Pimpin'
Jay-Z
Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin' baby...
It's big pimpin', spendin cheese
Feel me... uh-huh uh, 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
Till I need a nut, till 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

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 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 pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers 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 nigga 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 motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

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-N 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-N B... nigga

Pimp C
Uh... 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, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh, now what y'all know 'bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise