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Mindless Self Indulgence
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Big Poppa
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace 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 because one of these honies Biggie's got to creep with, sleep with, keep the E.P. a secret Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?
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 Benz's C-notes by the layers, true fucking players
Jump in the Rover and come over I got chronic, I got chronic I got, I got, I got, I got, I got I got my chronic
I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To all the honies getting money playing niggers like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place 'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'cause I see some ladies tonight 'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby
Straight up honey, really I'm asking Most of these niggers think they be macking But they're just motherfucking 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, and 'Who you be with?' Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gonna be here for a while I'm gonna go call my crew, You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil' Cease Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gonna do Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com What we came to do, ain't that right, boo Forget the telly we just go to my crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoking big L's while you do me
I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To all the honies getting money playing niggers like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place 'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'Cause I see some ladies tonight 'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby
How ya living Biggie Smallz? In mansion and Benz's Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gatts strapped with infrared beams
Chopping O's, smoking lye and Optimo's Money, hoes, and clothes is all a nigger knows A foolish pleasure, whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
Living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend Living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM's, drop top BM's
Honey check it Tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every goddamn weekend Keep bangin'
I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To all the honies getting money playing niggers like dummies
I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place 'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'Cause I see some ladies tonight 'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby
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