(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 (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 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

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 Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah) Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um (I like this, yeah) Uh, yeah, 94'

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