To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical dushes in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin' Moet is where you find me The back of the club, Mack in holes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin', blunt passin', music lastin' But I just can't quit because one of these homies Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the F 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, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes See 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 trees 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' niggas 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 Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby Baby 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 you what your interests are Who you be with? Things that make you smile What numbers to dial? You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' call my crew, you gon' call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little C's Pull the truck up front and roll up the next blunt So we can see on the way to the telly, gon' fill my belly A T-Bone steak, cheese, eggs, and Welsh is great 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 L's while you do it 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' niggas 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 Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby Baby How you livin', Biggie Smalls? Imaginin' Benz's, givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote-gap strapped with infrared beams Choppin' oil, smokin' line optimals Money, hoes, and clothes, all a nigga knows A fool is pleasure, whatever I had to find the buried treasure So grams I had to measure However, livin' better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top, BM's, I'm the mad girlfriend Honey, check it Tell your friends to get with my friends We could be friends Shit, we could do this every weekend, aight? Is that a hoochie? 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' niggas 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 Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby Baby Check it out, I'm full of shit for that ass Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior Mafia Represent, baby, baby