Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Big Pimpin` (Extended Version)

[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

Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Big Pimpin` (Extended Version) [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 Chorus Нравится песня? 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