Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa Lyrics

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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 hunnies Biggie got 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 Gf3, I got the chronic by the tree cuz 

Chorus: 

[I love it when you call me Big Poppa] 
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa 
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa] 
To the honeys gettin' money playin niggas like dummies..uh 
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa] 
Ya 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 

Verse Two: 

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, cause in a few, we gon' do 
What we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee] 
Forget the telly we just go to the crib 
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 

[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] 

Chorus 

Outro: Uh, check it out... '9-4 shit for dat ass 
Uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior Mafia, reprasent. Baby-bayby! 
Uh...

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lyrics corrected by Phil Cox on 25-10-2005