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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Big Pimpin ft UGK[Jay-Z] 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 man you niggas is wilin so im stlin stay fresh like marlyn wayans in the cut feel y painsBut 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 Gs 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 Gs 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 [Bun 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 Gs 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 Gs 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 [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 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 |
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