Big Pimpin - Jay-Z, Bun B, Pimp C, UGK (full lyrics) Uhh, uh uh uh It\u0027s big pimpin baby.. It\u0027s big pimpin, spendin G\u0027s Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don\u0027t fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don\u0027t fuckin feed em First time they fuss I\u0027m breezin Talkin bout, \u0022What\u0027s the reasons?\u0022 I\u0027m 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\u0027s, beep beep and I\u0027m 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\u0027ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y\u0027all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I\u0027ll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. Hoe get yo\u0027 ass in And let\u0027s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah And let\u0027s 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.\u0027s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It\u0027s 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.\u0027s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It\u0027s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Nigga it\u0027s the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up out the black bar-rio Makes a mill\u0027 up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh Oops, my bad, that\u0027s my scenario No I can\u0027t fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin - they say, \u0022There he go!\u0022 Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo\u0027 heat than a little bit We don\u0027t pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won\u0027t be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo\u0027 vocab Don\u0027t be surprised if yo\u0027 hoe stab out with me and you see us comin down on yo\u0027 slab Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can\u0027t take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo\u0027 bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo\u0027 ass to the back as I\u0027m flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro\u0027s on Pump it up in the pro-zone That\u0027s the track that we breakin these hoes on Ain\u0027t the track that we flow\u0027s on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo\u0027 real it don\u0027t get no bigger man Don\u0027t trip, let\u0027s 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.\u0027s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It\u0027s 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.\u0027s Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T. It\u0027s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga Uhh.. 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\u0027t fuck witch\u0027all If I wasn\u0027t rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y\u0027all know bout them Texas boys Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.\u0027s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It\u0027s 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.\u0027s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It\u0027s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B 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... sippin that ray... Standin on the corner of my block hustlin Still gettin that cane half what I paid slippin right through customs It\u0027ll 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 im still big pimpin spendin chesse with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up Jigga Man that\u0027s what\u0027s up We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.\u0027s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It\u0027s 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.\u0027s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It\u0027s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B