[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 G's. 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 G's. 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 G's. 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