The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa Jermaine Dupri Remix songtekst

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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?

 Chorus
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