The man rest in peace didnt want to made this record cause he felt Jay wasnt real . So he said imma give em just 8 bars . Fuck jay z . RIP PIMP C A REAL PLAYER
Idk why Jay Z makes his music Tidal exclusive, only hurts his legacy in the long run. There's a generation that's barely heard Jay Z and soon a whole generation that's never heard a full Jay Z song.
First time hearing this song was about 15 years ago when I was 14 or so at a festival my city had every year in the summer. There were artists performing, dirtbikers, etc. And all the girls were walking around in bikinis and I heard this song get played a few times and just the whole atmosphere I’ve been in love with this song ever since hahah
When you here the uncencerd version of a song your whole life and then you here the cencered version you're like "damn, this is so annoying" But when you here the cencered version of a song your whole life and you here the uncencerd version you're like "oh, so that's what they were saying?"
This is the Jay I miss. You know I thug em,fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fucking need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good but I don't fucking FEED EM. 💯
When I was younger I liked this on a scale of 1-10 a 3 now I'm 27 I understand. My sister and I was like ugh look at Pimp C that man ugly. man may he rest in peace and thanks for this classic 💯
Verse 1: Jay Z] 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' about, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, better trust and 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' them up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga's fists 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 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 passion I got no patience and I hate waitin' Ho, get your ass in and let's ride! [Chorus: Jay Z] We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese 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 [Verse 2: Bun B] Nigga, it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario" No, I can't fuck a scary ho 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 your vocab! Don't be surprised if your ho 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 your bitch butt-naked Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh Wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track Timbaland, let me spit my prose on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't 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 For 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 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 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 [Verse 3: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' 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 with y'all If I wasn't rappin', baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes Comin' down and sippin' daily No record 'til whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y'all know about them Texas boys? Comin' down in candied toys Smokin' weed and talkin' noise [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 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 [Verse 4: Jay-Z] On the canopy, my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee MTV jam of the week Made my money quick, then back to the streets But still sittin' on blades, sippin' that Ray Standin' on the corner of my block, hustlin' Still gettin' that 'caine Half what I paid slippin' right through customs It'll sell by night, its egg shell white I got so many grams, if the man find out It will land me in jail for life But I'm still big pimpin', spendin' cheese With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got bitches in the back of the truck Laughin' it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up! [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese 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
LOVELY LATINAS you guys all just showed your age. My 24 year old brother let me borrow this when I was 12! This was when it first came out around Spring 2000.
