Uh, uh, check it out
(Yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um
(I like this, yeah)
Uh, yeah, 94'
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 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 fuckin' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree 'cuz
(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 honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
You 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
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 'cuz 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 honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
You 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
(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'
(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 honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
You 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
Uhh, check it out, my full shit, for that ass
Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!
Uhh!
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