Big Pimpin' Karaoke - Jay-Z feat. UGK

This title is a cover of Big Pimpin' as made famous by Jay-Z

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About

With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)
In the same key as the original: E
EXPLICIT LYRICS
Release date: 2000
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriter: Jay-Z, Chad L Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Timbaland

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lyrics Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh-uh-uh
It's big pimpin baby
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me, uh-huh, uh
Ge-ge-ge-gey, gey
Ge-ge-ge-gey, gey
You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em love 'em, leave 'em 'cos 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' 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 'till I need a nut 'till I need to beat the guts
Then it's "beep beep" and I'm pickin' 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'm a break bread so you can be livin' it up?
Shit, I part 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', ho, get your ass in
And let's ride ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Check em out now ride ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah
And it's ride ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Check em out now ride ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, 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 yoh-yoh-yoh
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
Nigga, it's the big southern rap impresario
Comin' 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 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 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 nigga 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 trigger-man
For 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
'Cos we be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
'Cos we be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B and nigga
Ah, 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 nigga, 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 'till whitey pay me
Uh, now what y'all know about 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 B-U-N B
'Cos we be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
'Cos we be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B and nigga

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