Notorious B. I. G. - Big Poppa lyrics

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Verse one:<br><br>To all the ladies in the place with style and grace<br>Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes<br>Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies<br>The back of the club, sippin' moet is where you'll find me<br>The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me<br>Mad question askin', blunt passin, music blastin'<br>But I just can't quit<br>Cause one of these honies biggie got to creep with<br>Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not? <br>Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot<br>Now check it, I got more mck than craig and in the bed<br>Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy<br>No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with benzes<br>C'notes by the layers, true fuckin players<br>Jump in the rover and come over<br>Tell your friends jump in thje gs3, I got the chronic by the tree<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>[ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3<br>Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa<br>To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies<br>If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place<br>Cause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by,<br>Baybee, uh<br><br>Verse two:<br><br>Straight up honey really I'm asking<br>Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting<br>Who they attractin' with that line<br>What's your name, what's your sign? <br>Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind<br>And ask you what your interest are, who you be wit? <br>Things to make you smile, what number to dial<br>You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew<br>You go call your crew<br>We can rendezvous at the bar around two<br>Or three o' clock, lil ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot<br>Roll the blunts cause he like to spark a lot<br>So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly<br>A t-bone steak, cheese eggs, and welches grape<br>Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do<br>What we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue)<br>Forget the telly, we just go to the crib<br>And watch a moovae<br>In the jucuzae, bay-bay<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three<br><br>[jermaine dupri]<br>How does a true playa live? <br>[b.i.g.]<br>Nigga, versace down<br>Donna karan, diamonds glarin'<br>Niggaz starin'<br>Now I got my pants draggin<br>In the benz wagon, raggin' sippin' d.p.<br>On my way to d.c.<br>The biggest willies<br>Smokin' phillies<br>Tying skunk together<br>Junior m.a.f.i.a. forever<br>Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that<br>I step in where the mo and the hoes at, baby<br>Niggaz know the better on the coogi sweater<br>Butter leather , chrome beretta see<br>You know who that nigga be<br><br>Outro: jermaine dupri<br><br>Shit you ain't know, ha ha, that's the stride for ninety-five baby<br>Straight up playerlistic mentality<br>You just do your thing, cause I'm definintley gone do mine<br>And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of<br>Can you feel me? <br><br>Chorus