I love it when you call me big pop-pa Throw your hands in the air, youse a true player I love it when you call me big pop-pa To all ma honies gettin money playin fellows like dummies I love it when you call me big pop-pa you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Whoa I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Bay-bee
To all my ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your See, I 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 ..., 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 one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with