Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Poppa, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Big Poppa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.02.1995
Record label: Bad Boy Entertainment, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Big Poppa |
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace |
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, 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 |
Cause 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 |
I love it when you call me big pop-pa |
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player |
I love it when you call me big pop-pa |
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies |
I love it when you call me big pop-pa |
If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place (why?) |
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby; |
bay-bee |
Straight up honey really I’m askin |
Most of these niggaz 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 l’s while you do me |
(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) 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 lye an’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, Coogi 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 |
Uh, check it out |
Nine-fo'shit for dat ass |
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A |
Represent baby BAY-BAY! |
Uhh |