Big Pimpin Song Lyrics
It’s big pimping baby (That’s right)
It’s big pimping, spending Gs
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 fucking need ’em
Take ’em out the hood, keep ’em looking good
But I don’t fucking feed ’em
First time they fuss I’m breezing
Talking about, “What’s the reasons?”
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word
Bitch, better trust and 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 picking them up
Let ’em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga’s fists 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 part 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
Ho, get your ass in and let’s ride!
Check em out now, ride!
Ride!
Check em out now, ride!
We doing big pimping, we spending cheese
Check ’em out now, big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We doing big pimping up in NYC
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We doing big pimping, we spending cheese
Check ’em out now, big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We doing big pimping up in NYC
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Nigga, it’s the big Southern rap impresario
Coming straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill’ up off a sorry ho
Then sit back and peep my scenario
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 pointing, 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 your vocab!
Don’t be surprised if your ho stab out with me
And you see us coming down on your SLAB
Living ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can’t take it
But nigga if you hating 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 your ass to the back as I’m flying to the track
Timbaland, let me spit my prose on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That’s the track that we breaking these hoes on
Ain’t the track that we flows 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 throwed on the flip
Getting blowed with the motherfucking Jigga Man, fool!
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping down in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Smoking out, pouring up
Keeping lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it “buck”
Everybody wanna ball
Holler at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
Nigga, I can’t fuck with y’all
If I wasn’t rapping, baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Coming down and sipping daily
No record ’til whitey pay me
Uh, now what y’all know about them Texas boys?
Coming down in candied toys
Smoking weed and talking noise
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping down in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping down in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
On the 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 sitting on blades, sipping that Ray
Standing on the corner of my block, hustling
Still getting that ‘caine
Half what I paid slipping right through customs
It’ll sell by night, it’s egg-shell white
I got so many grams, if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But I’m still big pimping, spending cheese
With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck
Laughing it up, Jigga Man: that’s what’s up!
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping down in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimping, spending cheese
We be big pimping on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimping in P.A.T
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B