[Intro: 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...
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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, 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 fists 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: 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, pimpin, we 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.
[Verse 2: Bun B]
N**ga, it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black barrio,
Makes a mil' up off a sorry ho
Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o,
Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario",
No, I can't fuck a scary ho,
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go,
Hoes start pointin, they say: "There he go!"
Now these mothafuckas 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 your vocab!
Don't be surprised if your ho 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, n**ga, if you hatin' I,
Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked.
Just break it, you gotta pay like you weigh
Wet with two pairs of clothes on,
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track,
Timbaland, let me spit my prose on.
Pump it up in the pro-zone,
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on,
Ain't the track that we flows on,
But when shit get hot, then the Glock start poppin like ozone.
We keep hoes crunk like Triggerman,
For real, it don't get no bigger, man,
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip,
Gettin blowed with the mothafuckin Jigga Man, fool!
[Chorus: Bun 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-N B.
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Smokin out, pourin 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,
N**ga, I can't fuck with y'all!
If I wasn't rappin, baby,
I would still be ridin' Mercedes,
Comin down and sippin daily
No record 'til whitey pay me.
Uhhh, now what y'all know about them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys,
Smokin weed and talkin noise?
[Chorus: Bun 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-N B.
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
On a canopy, my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee,
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick, then back to the streets, but
Still sittin on blades, gettin of treys,
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin,
Still gettin that cane,
half what I paid slippin right through customs,
It'll sell by night, its extra white...
I got so many grams, if the man find out,
it will land me in jail for life.
But I'm still big pimpin, spendin cheese
With B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy,
We got bitches in the back of the truck laughin it up, Jigga Man, that's what's up!
[Chorus: Bun 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-N B.
