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Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics for Song: Big Poppa
 Lyrics for Album: Greatest Hits [2007]
 
 
 
 20535>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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