Carter [feat. UGK] Testo

[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 looking good But I don't fuckin' 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, bitch Better trust than believe em In a cut where I keep em 'Til I need to nut 'Til I need to be the gut Standing, deep deep then I'm picking em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cup Divorce him and split his bucks Just be cause you got good head I'ma break fair So you can be livin' it up Shit I, prospered nothin' Y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman Not for nothin' Never happened I be forever mackin' Hardcore than assassins I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin' Ho get your ass 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.D.'s We doin' Big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga-man Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. Check em out now [UGK] Nigga it's the Big southern rap pimp resario Coming straight up out the black bar-io Makes a Mil up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my scenario Oops, my bad, that's my scenario No I can't fuck with scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoe's stop boy And they say "There he go!" Now these muthafuckas know we carry more 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 bitches They'll fuck your vocab Don't be surprised if your hoe's there out with me And you see us coming down your slab Nigga ghetto fabulous so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hate now, then you ain't wild I'll get your bitch butt naked Just break it You gotta pay like you ain't wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get your ass to the back As I fast 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 hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on When the shit get's hot Then the glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigga-man Who really don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' thrown on the flip Then blow with the muthafuckin' Jigga-man Fool Hook 2: We be Big pimpin' We spendin' cheese We be Big pimpin' On B.L.A.D.'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.D.'s We be Big pimpin' down in PAT It's just that Jigga-man Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. Nigga Uh Smoking out Throwing up Keeping' liter in my cup On my fork I love the wood In my hood, they call it buck Everybody wanna ball Hale brawls at the mall If he up Watch him fall Nigga I can't fuck with y'all If I wasn't rapping baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes Come and shine and sippin' bated No rest, tell I get paid Uh Now what y'all know bout the Texas boys Club Mendatta, candy, toys Smoking weed Talking noise We be Big pimpin' We spendin' cheese We be Big pimpin' On B.L.A.D.'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.D.'s We be Big pimpin' down in PAT It's just that Jigga-man Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. Nigga