Big Poppa

Big Poppa - The Hit Co.

Uh uh, check it out, uh, Junior Mafia uh uh

I like this, yeah, uh, yeah, now follow me

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 gotta creep with

Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not

Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got caught

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 focking players

Jump in the Rover and come over

Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the chronic by the tree

I love it when you call me big poppa

If you are a true player

To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies

If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place, why?

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby, uh

Straight up honey really I'm askin'

Most of these niggas 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

Forget the telly we just go to the crib

And watch a movie in the Jacuzzi Smoke, I's while you do me

Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player

To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies

If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place, why?

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby, uh

How ya livin' Biggie Smallz?

In mansion and Benz's, givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous

Tremendous cream, fock a dollar and a dream

Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams

Choppin' O's, smokin' lye an' optimo's

Money hoes and clothes all a brother 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 could be friends, sh*t 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 are a true player

To the honies gettin' money playin' fellas like dummies

If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place, why?

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby, uh

Uh, check it out, uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls

Junior Mafia, represent baby baby, uh