"Big Pimpin'" by UGK

Uhh, uh uh uh 
Its big pimpin baby.. 
Its big pimpin, spendin Gs 
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 dont fuckin need em 
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good 
But I dont fuckin feed em 
First time they fuss Im breezin 
Talkin bout, Whats the reasons? 
Im 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 its, beep beep and Im 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, Ima break bread 
so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. 
parts with nothin, yall be frontin 
Me give my heart to a woman' 
Not for nothin, never happen 
Ill 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 lets RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now 
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah 
And lets 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. 
Its 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. 
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B 

 
Nigga its 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, thats my scenario 
No I cant 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 dont pull it out over little shit 
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it wont be a
little hit 
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo
vocab 
Dont 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 cant 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 Im flyin to the track 
Timbaland let me spit my pros on 
Pump it up in the pro-zone 
Thats the track that we breakin these hoes on 
Aint the track that we flows on 
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like
ozone 
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man 
Fo real it dont get no bigger man 
Dont trip, lets 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. 
Its 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. 
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga 

 
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 cant fuck witchall 
If I wasnt rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes 
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me 
Uhhh, now what yall know bout them Texas boys 
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise 

Chorus Two