Big Pimpin' - Radio Edit

Uh, uh uh uh

It's big pimpin' baby

It's big pimpin', spendin' G's

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

'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 want to put Jigga fist in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just be'cause you got good head, I'm a 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 ride, check 'em out now

Ride, yeah

And let's ride check 'em out now

Ride, 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 Bun 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 Bun B

Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario

Comin' straight up out the black barrio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe

Then sit back and peep my scenario

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 flows 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 Bun 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 Bun B nigga

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 want to ball, holla at broads at the mall

If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'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

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 Bun 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 Bun B nigga