[Verse 1] 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 sipping Moet is where you'll find me The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question asking, blunt passing, music blasting But I just can't quit Cause one of these honies Biggie gots to 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 sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true fucking players Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree
[Hook] [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] To the honies getting money playing niggas 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 having my baby, baby
[Verse 2] Straight up honey really I'm asking Most of these niggas think they be macking, but they be acting Who they attracting 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 that 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 2 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? (true) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke L's while you do me
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[Verse 3] (How you living, Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote Gats strapped with infrared beams Chopping O's, smoking la in Optimos 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
[Outro: Puffy] (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')