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      Big Poppa

      Big Poppa

      The Notorious B.I.G.

      Album: Ready To Die

      Uh, uh, check it out
      (Yeah)
      Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um
      (I like this, yeah)
      Uh, yeah, 94'
      
      To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
      Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
      Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
      The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me
      The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me
      Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
      But I just can't quit
      Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
      
      Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
      Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
      Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
      Believe me sweety, 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 fuckin' players
      Jump in the Rover and come over
      Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree 'cuz
      
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      To the honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
      
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
      (Why)
      'Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby
      Baby
      
      Straight up hunnie really I'm askin'
      Most of these nigga's think they be mackin' but they be actin'
      Who they attractin' 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, who you be with
      Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
      You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' 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
      So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly
      A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
      Conversate for a few 'cuz in a few, we gon' do
      What we came to do, ain't that right boo
      (True)
      Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
      And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me
      
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      To the honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
      
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
      (Why)
      'Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby
      Baby
      
      (How ya livin' Biggie Smallz)
      In mansion and Benz's
      Givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
      Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
      Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
      Choppin o's, smokin' lines, optimo's
      Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
      A foolish pleasure, whatever
      
      I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
      However living better now, Gucci sweater now
      Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
      Honey check it
      Tell your friends to get with my friends
      And we can be friends
      Shit, we can do this every weekend
      Aight? Is that aight with you?
      Yeah, keep bangin'
      
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      To the honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
      
      (I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
      You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
      (Why)
      'Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby
      Baby
      
      Uhh, check it out, my full shit, for that ass
      Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls
      Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!
      Uhh!

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