Uh, uh, it out (yeah) M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm) Uh (I this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the with style and grace Allow me to lace lyrical douches, in your bushes Who rock grooves and make with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll me (what?) The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my behind me (huh) Mad question askin', blunt passin', blastin' But I just can't 'Cause one of these Biggie gots ta creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a why not Why blow up my 'cause we both got hot Now check it, I got more than Craig and in the bed me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad with Benz's by the layers, true fuckin'' players Jump in the Rover and come Tell your friends in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I love it you call me big poppa" Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a player "I love it when you me big pop-pa" To the honies money playin' niggas like dummies "I love it you call me big poppa" If you got a gun up in your please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies that should be havin' my baby, baby
Straight up really I'm askin' Most of niggas think they be mackin' but they be actin Who they attractin' that line, "What's your name what's your sign?" Soon as he buy wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your are, who you be with Things to make you smile, what to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm go call my crew You go call crew We can at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next So we can steam on the way to the go fill my belly A steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we do What we came to do, that right boo (true) the telly we just go to the crib and watch a in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me
"I love it when you me big pop-pa" Throw your in the air, if youse a true player "I it when you call me big pop-pa" To the honies gettin' money niggas like dummies "I love it you call me big pop-pa" If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the (why?) 'Cause I see some tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
(How ya livin' Smalls?) In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped infrared beams (what?) Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Money and clothes all a nigga knows A pleasure, whatever I had to the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However living better now, Gucci now Drop top BM's, I'm the man
check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends, we can do this every weekend Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, bangin'
"I it when you call me big poppa" Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true "I love it you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' like dummies "I it when you call me big pop-pa" If you got a gun up in your waist please don't up the place (why?) 'Cause I see ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
Uh, it out, nine-fo' shit for dat ass Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A, represent baby, baby! Uh