Notorious B. I. G. - Big Poppa Lyrics
Verse one:To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommiesThe back of the club, sippin' moet is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin', blunt passin, music blastin'But I just can't quitCause one of these honies biggie got to creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more mck than craig and in the bedBelieve me sweetie I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy, I got mad friends with benzesC'notes by the layers, true fuckin playersJump in the rover and come overTell your friends jump in thje gs3, I got the chronic by the treeChorus:[ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playaTo the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummiesIf you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by,Baybee, uhVerse two:Straight up honey really I'm askingMost of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be actingWho they attractin' with that lineWhat's your name, what's your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behindAnd ask you what your interest are, who you be wit? Things to make you smile, what number to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvous at the bar around twoOr three o' clock, lil ceas pull the truck up out the parking lotRoll the blunts cause he like to spark a lotSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs, and welches grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue)Forget the telly, we just go to the cribAnd watch a moovaeIn the jucuzae, bay-bayChorusVerse three[jermaine dupri]How does a true playa live? [b.i.g.]Nigga, versace downDonna karan, diamonds glarin'Niggaz starin'Now I got my pants dragginIn the benz wagon, raggin' sippin' d.p.On my way to d.c.The biggest williesSmokin' philliesTying skunk togetherJunior m.a.f.i.a. foreverThuggin to say youngin and you knows thatI step in where the mo and the hoes at, babyNiggaz know the better on the coogi sweaterButter leather , chrome beretta seeYou know who that nigga beOutro: jermaine dupriShit you ain't know, ha ha, that's the stride for ninety-five babyStraight up playerlistic mentalityYou just do your thing, cause I'm definintley gone do mineAnd we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard ofCan you feel me? Chorus
2011-01-21 11:27:14 by buttercup22
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