To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches 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 got 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 Mck 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 fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over tell your friends jump in thje GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
Chorus:
[ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by, baybee, uh
Verse Two:
Straight up honey really i'm asking Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting 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 you what your interest are, who you be wit? Things to make you smile, what number to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot Roll the blunts cause he like to spark a lot So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welches grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a MOOVAE In the JUCUZAE, BAY-BAY
Chorus
Verse Three
[Jermaine Dupri] How does a true playa live? [B.I.G.] Nigga, Versace down Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin' Niggaz starin' Now I got my pants draggin In the Benz wagon, Raggin' sippin' D.P. On my way to D.C. The biggest willies Smokin' phillies Tying skunk together Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that I step in where the Mo and the Hoes at, BABY Niggaz know the better on the Coogi sweater Butter leather , chrome beretta see You know who that nigga be
Outro: Jermaine Dupri
Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby Straight up playerlistic mentality You just do your thing, Cause i'm definintley gone do mine And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of Can you feel me?
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Verse One:
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches 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 got 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 Mck 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 fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over tell your friends jump in thje GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
Chorus:
[ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by, baybee, uh
Verse Two:
Straight up honey really i'm asking Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting 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 you what your interest are, who you be wit? Things to make you smile, what number to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot Roll the blunts cause he like to spark a lot So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welches grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a MOOVAE In the JUCUZAE, BAY-BAY
Chorus
Verse Three
[Jermaine Dupri] How does a true playa live? [B.I.G.] Nigga, Versace down Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin' Niggaz starin' Now I got my pants draggin In the Benz wagon, Raggin' sippin' D.P. On my way to D.C. The biggest willies Smokin' phillies Tying skunk together Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that I step in where the Mo and the Hoes at, BABY Niggaz know the better on the Coogi sweater Butter leather , chrome beretta see You know who that nigga be
Outro: Jermaine Dupri
Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby Straight up playerlistic mentality You just do your thing, Cause i'm definintley gone do mine And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of Can you feel me?
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