BigPoppa

Big Poppa - The Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics by：C. Jasper/C. Wallace/E. Isley/M. Isley/Notorious B.I.G./O. Isley/R. Isley.

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,

Crew's my behind me

Mad question askin,

Blunt passin, music blastin

But I just can't quit

Cause 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 f**kin playerstrue

Jump in the Rover and come over

Tell your friends jump in the GS3,

I got the chronic by the tree

I love it when you call me big pop-pa

Throw your hands in the air,

If youse a true player

I love it when you call me big pop-pa

To the honies gettin money

Playin niggaz like dummies

I love it when you call me big pop-pa

If you got a gun up in your waist

Please don't shoot up the place

Cause I see some ladies tonight

That should be havin my baby Bay-bee

Straight up honey really I'm askin

Most of these niggaz 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 behindcreep up from

And ask what your interests are,

Who you be with

Things to you make 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 round boo