♪♪ ♪ Uh, uh, check it out ♪
♪ Yeah, uh, yeah ♪
♪ Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh ♪
♪ I like this, yeah ♪
♪ Nine-fo' ♪
♪ To all the ladies in the place with style and grace ♪
♪ Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes, uh ♪
♪ Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies ♪
♪ The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me what? ♪
♪ The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me uh ♪
♪ Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin', but I just can't quit ♪
♪ Because one of these hunnies Biggie got to creep with ♪
♪ Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? ♪
♪ Oh, 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 sweetie I got enough to feed the needy c'mon ♪
♪ No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benz's ♪
♪ C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players uh. ♪
♪ Jump in the Rover and come over ♪
♪ Tell your friends jump in the GS3 ♪
♪ I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause ♪
♪ 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 honies 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? 'Cause I see some ladies tonight ♪
♪ That should be havin' my baby uh, baby uh ♪
♪ Straight up honey really I'm askin' ♪
♪ Most of these niggas 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 uh ♪
♪ 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? ♪ -♪ 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 honies 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? 'Cause I see some ladies tonight ♪
♪ That should be havin' my baby, baby, uh ♪
-♪ How you livin Biggie Smalls?♪ -♪ In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends ♪
♪ And it feels stupendous ♪
♪ Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream uh ♪
♪ Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams what? ♪
♪ Choppin O's uh huh, smokin' lye an' Optimo's ♪
♪ Money hoes and clothes, all a nigga knows, all a nigga knows ♪
♪ A foolish pleasure, whatever ♪
♪ I had to find the buried treasure, for what? ♪
♪ So grams I had to measure uh ♪
♪ However living better now, Gucci sweater now ♪
♪ Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend ♪
♪ Honey check it, check it ♪
♪ Tell your friends, to get with my friends ♪
♪ Your friends, and we can be friends ha ♪
♪ Shit, we can do this every weekend ♪
♪ That's right, 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 honies 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? 'Cause I see some ladies tonight ♪
♪ That should be havin' my baby, baby uh ♪
♪ Check it out, nine-fo' shit for dat ass, uh ♪
♪ Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A ♪
♪ Represent baby, baby, uh ♪
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