C. Butler - Big Pimpin' lyrics

[Produced by Timbaland] [Verse 1] You know I thug 'em, f** 'em, love 'em, leave 'em ‘Cause I don't f**ing need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em looking good But I don't f**ing feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talking 'bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word b**h, better trust and 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' 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'ma break bread, so you can be livin' it up sh**, I part with nothing, y'all be fronting Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothing, never happen; I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as a**a**ins, I got no pa**ion, I got no patience And I hate waitin'; ho, get your a** in and let's ride! [Hook] We doing big pimpin', we spending cheese Check 'em out now, big pimping on B.L.A.D.'s We doing big pimpin' up in N.Y.C It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 2: Bun B] n***a, it's the big Southern rap impresario Coming straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario" No, I can't f** a scary ho Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointing; they say, "There he go!" Now these motherf**ers know we carry more Heat than a little bit; we don't pull it out over little sh** 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 b**h! And step up your vocab! Don't be surprised if your ho stab out with me And you see us coming down on yo' SLAB Living ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But n***a if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get your b**h bu*t-naked Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh Wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' a** to the back as I'm flying to the track Timbaland, let me spit my prose on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breaking these hoes on Ain't the track that we flows on But when sh** 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, getting throwed on the flip Getting blowed with the motherf**in' Jigga Man, fool! [Hook 2] We be big pimpin', spending 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 [Verse 3: Pimp C] Smoking out, pouring up, keeping 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, n***a, I can't f** with y'all If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes Comin' down and sippin' daily, no record til whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y'all know 'bout them Texas boys? Coming down in candied toys, smoking weed and talking noise [Hook 2] We be big pimpin', spending 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 [Verse 4: Jay-Z] On the 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 Standing on the corner of my block hustlin' Still getting that cane Half what I paid slipping right through customs It'll sell by night, its egg shell white I got so many grams if the man find out It will land me in jail for life But I'm still big pimpin', spending cheese With B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got b**hes in the back of the truck Laughing it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up [Hook 2] We be big pimpin', spending 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