• Letra Big Pimpin' de Jay-Z Ranking:
  • [jay-z]

    Uhh, uh uh uh

    It's big pimpin baby..

    It's big pimpin, spendin g's

    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'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 wanna put jigga fist in cuffs

    Divorce him and split his bucks

    Just because you got good head, i'ma 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 ri-i-i-i-i-ide.. check em out now

    Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah

    And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide.. check em out now

    Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah



    Chorus one: jay-z



    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

    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 b-u-n b



    [bun b]

    Nigga it's the - big southern rap impresario

    Comin straight up out the black bar-rio

    Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe

    Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh

    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 flow's 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



    Chorus two: bun b



    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

    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 b-u-n b.. nigga



    [pimp c]

    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't fuck witch'all

    If i wasn't rappin baby, i would still be ridin mercedes

    Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me

    Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them texas boys

    Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise



    Chorus two



    [jay-z]

    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'll 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's what's up



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