You know I thug 'em f**k 'em love 'em leave 'em
Cause I don't f**kin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood
Keep 'em looking good
But I don't f**kin' 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 a cut where I keep 'em
'Til I need a nut
'Til I need to be
In
The guts
The it's beep beep and I'm pickin 'em up
Let 'em play with the d**k in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist incuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head
I'mma break bread
So you can be livin' it up
S**t I part's wit 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'
H*e get your a*s 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
We doin' big pimpin we spendin' cheese
Check 'em out now
Big pimpin'
On B L A P 's
We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga man Pimp C and B U N B
Big pimpin we spendin' cheese
We doin' big pimpin'
On B L A P 's
Check em out now
N***a it's the big southern rappin pimp Presario
Coming straight up out the black bar io
Bar rio
Makes a Mil up off a sorry h*e
Then sit back and peep my scenario
Oops my bad that's my scenario
No I can't f**k a scary h*e
Now every time every place everywhere we go
H*e's start pointing and say There he go
Now these muthaf**kas know we carry more heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little s**t
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 h*e steps out wit' me
And you see us coming downon yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous so mad you just can't take it
But n***a if you hate now then you wait while
I get your b***h butt naked
Just break it
You gotta play like you ain't wet with two pairs of clothes on
Now get your a*s to the back
As I fly to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro zone
That's the track that we breaking these h*es on
Hate the track that we flow's on
But when the s**t get's hot then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep h*es crunk like Trigga man
Who really don't get no bigger man
Don't trip let's flip then throw it on the flip
Then blow with the muthaf**kin' Jigga man
Fool
We be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B L A P 's
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga man Pimp C and B U N B
Cause we be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B L A P 's
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga man Pimp C and B U N B
N***a
Uh smoky eyed torn up keepin' it lit up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood they call it buck
Everybody wanna ball holla at broads at the mall
If he up watch him fall
N***a I can't f**k with y'all
If I wasn't rapping baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily
No rest until whitey pays me
Uh now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys smokin' w**d and talkin' noise
We be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B L AP 's
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga man Pimp C and B U N B
Cause we be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B L A P 's
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga man Pimp C and B U N B
N***a
