Uh, uh, check it out
(Yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
(Hehe, mmm)
Uhh
(I like this)
Yes, yes, nine-fo'
(Keep bangin')
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 'cuz one of these honies Biggie got's ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not?
Why blow up my spot 'cuz 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 poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
I love it when you call me big poppa
To the honies gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
I love it when you call me big poppa
If you got a gun up in your waist
Please don't shoot up the place
(Why?)
'Cuz 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 'cuz in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo?
(True)
Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me
I love it when you call me big poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
I love it when you call me big poppa
To the honies gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
I love it when you call me big poppa
If you got a gun up in your waist
Please don't shoot up the place
(Why?)
'Cuz I see some ladies tonight
Who should be havin' my baby, bay-bee
(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'
I love it when you call me big poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
I love it when you call me big poppa
To the honies gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies
I love it when you call me big poppa
If you got a gun up in your waist
Please don't shoot up the place
(Why?)
'Cuz I see some ladies tonight
Who should be havin' my baby, bay-bee
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
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