VERSE:1 (Jay-Z)
U know I, thug 'em, f*ck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
'cause I don't f*ckin' need 'em
take 'em out tha hood, keep 'em lookin good
but I don't f*uckin' need 'em
first time they fuss, I'm breezin'
talkin' 'bout, what'z tha reasons
I'm a pimp in every sense of tha word, b*tch
betta trust than believe 'em, in a cut where I keep 'em
'til I need for a nut, 'til I need to be the gut
standing, deep deep then I'm pickin' 'em up
let 'em play wit tha dick in tha truck, many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cup
divorce him and split his bucks, just because u got good head
Ima break fair, so u can be livin' it up
sh*t, I prospered nuthin', y'all be frontin'
me give my heart to a woman, not for nuthin'
never happened, I be forever mackin', hardcore than assassins
I got no passion, I got no patience, and I hate waitin'
h*e, get your *ss in tha truck
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:1
we doin', big pimpin', we spendin' cheese, big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
we doin'big pimpin', up in NYC
it's that Jiggaman, Pimp-C, and B.U.N.B.
(2X)
VERSE:2 (UGK)
n*gga it'z tha big southern rap pimp resario
comin' straight up out the black bar-io
makes a mil up off tha sorry h*e
then I sit back and peep my scenario, oops, my bad, that's my scenario
no, I can't f*ck wit scary h*e
now everytime, every place, everywhere I go
h*e's stop by, and they say "There he go!"
now these muthaf*ckaz know we carry more heat than a little bit
we don't pull it out over little sh*t
and if u catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
go read a book u illiterate son of a b*tches
they'll f*ck Ur vocab
don't be surprised uf your h*e's there out wit me
and u see us coming down your slab
n*gga ghetto fabulous, so mad, u just can't take it
but n*gga uf u hate now, then u ain't wild
I'll get Ur b*tch butt naked, just break it
U gotta pay like U ain't wet wit 2 pairs of clothes on
now get Ur *ss in tha back, as I fast to tha track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on, pump it up in the pro-zone
that'z tha track that we breakin' these h*es on, ain't tha track that we flow'z on
when tha sh*t get hot, then tha glock start poppin' like Trigga-man
who really don't get no bigga man
don't trip, let's flip, gettin' thrown on tha flip
then low wit tha muthaf*cka Jiggaman, fool
CHORUS:2
we be, big pimpin',we spendin' cheese, we be, big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
we be, big pimpin down in PAT
it'z just that Jiggaman, Pimp-C, and B.U.N.B.
(2X)
VERSE:3
uh, smokin' out, throwin' up, keep a liter in my truck
on my fork, I love tha wood, in my hood, they call it buck
everybody wanna ball, hail brawls at tha mall
if he up, watch him fall, n*gga I can't f*ck wit y'all
if I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
come and shine and sippin' bated, no rest 'til I get paid
uh, now that y'all know 'bout tha Texas boyz
Club Mendatta, candy, toys, smokin weed, talkin' noise
CHORUS
refer to CHORUS:2