Uh, uh uh uhIt's big pimpin' baby (That's right)It's big pimpin', spendin' GsFeel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huhGe-ge-geyeah, geyeahGe-ge-geyeah, geyeahYou know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'emTake 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' goodBut I don't fuckin' feed 'emFirst time they fuss I'm breezin'Talkin' about, 'What's the reasons?'I'm a pimp in every sense of the wordBitch, better trust and believe 'emIn the cut where I keep 'em'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the gutsThen it's 'beep beep' and I'm pickin' them upLet 'em play with the dick in the truckMany chicks wanna put Jigga's fists in cuffsDivorce him and split his bucksJust because you got good headI'ma break bread, so you can be livin' it up?Shit, I part 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 passionI got no patience and I hate waitin'Ho, get your ass in and let's ride!We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheeseCheck 'em out now, big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’sWe doin' big pimpin' up in NYCIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N BNigga, it's the big Southern rap impresarioComin' straight up out the black barrioMakes a mill' up off a sorry hoThen sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-oOops, my bad, that's 'my scenario'No, I can't fuck a scary hoNow every time, every place, everywhere we goHoes start pointin', they say: 'There he go!'Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo'Heat than a little bitWe don't pull it out over little shitAnd if you catch a lick when I spitThen it won't be a little hitGo read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch!And step up your vocab!Don't be surprised if your ho stab out with meAnd you see us comin' down on yo' SLABLivin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take itBut nigga if you hatin' IThen you wait while I get your bitch butt-nakedJust break it; you gotta pay like you weighWet with two pairs of clothes onNow get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the trackTimbaland, let me spit my prose onPump it up in the pro-zoneThat's the track that we breakin' these hoes onAin't the track that we flows onBut when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozoneWe keep hoes crunk like Trigger-manFor real, it don't get no bigger, manDon't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flipGettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool!We be big pimpin', spendin' cheeseWe be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’sWe be big pimpin' down in P.A.TIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N BSmokin' out, pourin' upKeepin' lean up in my cupAll my car got leather and woodIn my hood we call it 'buck'Everybody wanna ballHolla at broads at the mallIf he up, watch him fallNigga, I can't fuck with y'allIf I wasn't rappin', babyI would still be ridin' MercedesComin' down and sippin' dailyNo record 'til whitey pay meUhh, now what y'all know about them Texas boys?Comin' down in candied toysSmokin' weed and talkin' noiseWe be big pimpin', spendin' cheeseWe be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’sWe be big pimpin' down in P.A.TIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N BOn the canopy, my stamina beEnough for Pamela Anderson LeeMTV jam of the weekMade my money quick, then back to the streetsBut still sittin' on blades, sippin' that RayStandin' on the corner of my block, hustlin'Still gettin' that 'caineHalf what I paid slippin' right through customsIt'll sell by night, its egg shell whiteI got so many grams, if the man find outIt will land me in jail for lifeBut I'm still big pimpin', spendin' cheeseWith Bun B, Pimp C, and TimothyWe got bitches in the back of the truckLaughin' it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up!We be big pimpin', spendin' cheeseWe be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’sWe be big pimpin' down in P.A.TIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B