Big Pimpin' (feat. UGK)

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 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 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 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 Uh, 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 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 '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