Lyrics:
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
J-A-Y
And Z love me, behind that pretty face they know Ceej gon get ugly
Trying to stack these G's, cause I know that money love me
Always rep the V,
for his sauce bitch I'm real different
I ain't Jay-Z, nigga but I'm big pimpin'
This nigga mad cause my swag and his bitch listening
Sometimes it feel
why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Ay, ay, T. Kizzie, big pimpin'
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
sling at
Ooh-ooh
Nothing to something
Might go Kam on them and just pull up in the lab
Might go Jay-Z, big pimpin' overseas
Might go Lil' Wayne
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
Talkin bout pimpin and shootin up niggaz
And braggin bout fuckin, what'z up wit that?
[Verse 4: Eightball]
I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast
Big pimpin Jay Z
Bun B Pimp C
I go by Killa Keith
Wondering you will see
Every verse a eulogy
So in front y'all after me
Seeing me is blasphemy
On my
"Big Pimpin" like Jay-Z
Nah
Called me to be my baby
But
I don't deal with shit I'm lazy
Now
On the up and up I prowl
Okay
Simba be hunting a mouse
My
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
everything to get her
I put no effort, still hit her
UGK, Jay-Z, big pimpin'
Pussy boy you just be simpin'
Laid up in A with the gang
We at Jason's, making
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
to go fuck on tha beach
Brand new whip
On the block
Wit tha paper tags
Str8 cash
I dont need no lease
Ugh
Big pimpin
Spending cheese
Nigga
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
snatcher
I be pimpin' on these hoes like my grandpappy
Say what I mean, mean what I say
Actions speak, motherfucker, what you won't say
I ain't Jay-Z, I
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
The B.A.G'z
The B.A.G'z
Hollywood Fos
Laady k, Cj Sweets
We only want the
Big
Ass
Grips
I'm not like you
You not like me
I came from the bottom
Now
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant be -Z what up man?
Rise and shine, make you want to say
Dear God, let me
rocks back
They push that blm scam down that white liberal race track
So your new thing is trying to be the Al Sharpton of rap
Big pimpin to race pimping,
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