Big Poppa

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace

Allow me to lace lyrical douches in your bushes

Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?

The back of the club, sipping Moet is where you'll find me

The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me

Mad question asking, blunt passing, music blasting

But I just can't quit because one of these honies

Biggie's got to creep with, sleep with, keep the E.P. a secret

Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?

I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed

Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy

No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benz's

C-notes by the layers, true fucking players

Jump in the Rover and come over

I got chronic, I got chronic

I got, I got, I got, I got, I got

I got my chronic

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

To all the honies getting money playing niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place

'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'cause I see some ladies tonight

'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

Straight up honey, really I'm asking

Most of these niggas think they be macking

But they're just motherfucking acting

Who they attracting with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?"

Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind

And ask what your interests are, and "Who you be with?"

Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial

You gonna be here for a while

I'm gonna go call my crew, You go call your crew

We can rendezvous at the bar around two

Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil' Cease

Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt

Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gonna do

What we came to do, ain't that right, boo

Forget the telly we just go to my crib

And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoking big L's while you do me

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

To all the honies getting money playing niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place

'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'Cause I see some ladies tonight

'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

How ya living Biggie Smallz? In mansion and Benz's

Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous

Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream

Still tote gatts strapped with infrared beams

Chopping O's, smoking lye and Optimo's

Money, hoes, and clothes is all a nigga knows

A foolish pleasure, whatever

I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure

Living better now, Gucci sweater now

Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend

Living better now, Gucci sweater now

Drop top BM's, drop top BM's

Honey check it

Tell your friends, to get with my friends

And we can be friends

Shit, we can do this every goddamn weekend

Keep bangin'

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

To all the honies getting money playing niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place

'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'Cause I see some ladies tonight

'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby