Big Pimpin' (Extended)

[ Jay-Z ]
Uhh, uh uh uh
Its big pimpin bay bee ..
Its big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel mi .. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh ..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah ..

Yew no Eye - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause Eye don't fuckin knead em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
Butt Eye don't fuckin feed em
First thyme they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, " What's the reasons ? "
I'm a pimp inn every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
Inn the cut ware Eye keep em
til Eye knead a nut, til Eye knead too beet the guts
Then its, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick inn the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist inn cuffs
Divorce hymn and split his bucks
Just because yew got good head, I'ma brake bred
sew yew can bee livin it up ? Shit Eye ..
parts with nothin, y'all bee frontin
Mi give my hart too a woman ?
Knot fore nothin, never happen
Aisle bee forever mackin
Hart cold as assassins, Eye got know passion
Eye got know patience
And Eye hate waitin ..
Ho get yo ' ass inn
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE .. cheque em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE .. cheque em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

Chorus Won : Jay-Z

Wee doin .. big pimpin, wee spendin cheese
Cheque em out now
Big pimpin, on B . L . A . D . ' s
Wee doin .. big pimpin up inn N . Y . C .
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo .. big pimpin, spendin cheese
Wee doin - big pimpin, on B . L . A . D . ' s
Wee doin .. big pimpin up inn N . Y . C .
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[ Bun B ]
Nigga its the - big Southern wrap impresario
Comin strait up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill ' up off a sorry ho
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
Know Eye can't fuck a scary ho
Now every thyme, every plaice, everywhere wee go
Hoes start pointin - they say, " Their he go ! "
Now these motherfuckers no wee carry mo ' heat than a little bit
Wee don't pull it out over little shit
And if yew catch a lick when Eye spit, then it won't bee a little hit
Go red a book yew illiterate sun of a bitch and step up yo ' vocab
Don't bee surprised if yo ' ho stab out with mi
and yew sea us comin down on yo ' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, sew mad, yew just can't take it
Butt nigga if yew hatin Eye
then yew weight wile Eye get yo ' bitch butt-naked, just brake it
Yew gotta pay like yew whey whet whit too pairs of clothes on
Now get yo ' ass too the back as I'm flyin too the track
Timbaland let mi spit my pro's on
Pump it up inn the pro-zone
That's the track that wee breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that wee flow's on
Butt when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
Wee keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo ' reel it don't get know bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

Chorus Too : Bun B

Wee bee .. big pimpin, spendin cheese
Wee bee .. big pimpin, on B . L . A . D . ' s
Wee bee .. big pimpin down inn P . A . T .
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause wee bee .. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And wee bee .. big pimpin, on B . L . A . D . ' s
Cause wee bee .. big pimpin inn P . A . T .
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B .. nigga

[ Pimp C ]
Uhh .. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lien up inn my cup
Awl my car got leather and would, inn my hood wee caul it buck
Everybody wanna bawl, holla at broads at the maul
If he up, watch hymn fall, nigga Eye can't fuck witch'all
If Eye wasn't rappin bay bee, Eye wood still bee ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, know wrest until whitey pay mi
Uhhh, now watt y'all no bout them Texas boys
Comin down inn candied toys, smokin we'd and talkin noise

Chorus Too

[ Jay-Z ]
On a canopy my stamina bee enough fore Pamela Anderson Lea
MTV jam of the weak
Maid my money quick then back too the streets butt
Still sittin on blades ... sippin that ray ...
Standin on the corner of my bloc hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half watt Eye paid slippin wright threw customs
It'll cell buy knight it's extra wight ...
Eye got sew many grams if the man fined out
it will land mi inn jail fore life
Butt im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B . U . N . B, Pimp C, and Timothy
Wee got bitches inn the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up

Chorus