Big Poppa - Club Mix; 2014 Remaster

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
(Get up), yeah (get up, get up, get up), uh, uh, uh
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up), yeah, representing BK to the fullest
(Get up, get up), uh (get up, get up), with the remix, uh
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up), uh

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (uh)
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? (Uh-huh)
The back of the club, sippin' Moët, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin'
Music blastin', but I just can't quit
Because one of these honeys, 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 mack than Craig, and in the bed
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (uh, uh)
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 the GS3
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause

I love it when you call me Big Poppa (I like it)
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (yeah)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa (oh, baby, baby)
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies, uh
I love it when you call me Big Poppa (I like it)
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (yeah) (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh) (oh, baby, baby, baby)

Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin'
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
Ask you what your interests are, who you be with
Things that make you smile (uh-huh), what numbers to dial (uh-huh)
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 two or three o'clock

Little Cease pull the truck up the parking lot
Roll a blunt, 'cause he like to spark a lot
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 (uh-huh), '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 (baby)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa (I like it)
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (yeah)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa (oh, baby, baby)
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies, uh
I love it when you call me Big Poppa (I like it)
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (yeah, yeah) (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (oh, baby, baby, baby)

(How does a true playa live?) Nigga, Versace down
Donna Karan, diamonds glarin' (yes), niggas starin'
Now I got my pants draggin' in the Benz wagon (uh-huh)
Raggin' sippin' D.P on my way to D.C
The biggest willies, smokin' phillies (uh)
Thai and skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever
Thuggin' to say youngin and you knows that
I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at (baby)
Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater
Butter leather, chrome beretta see, you know who that nigga be

Oh, yeah, shit you ain't know
That's the stride for 95, Baby
Straight up playerlistic mentality (alright), you know I'm saying?
So, you just do your thing, 'cause I'm definitely gon' do mine
And we hook up a lil' later and do thing you never even thought of
Can you feel me?

I love it when you call me Big Poppa (I like it)
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (yeah)
I love it when you call me Big Poppa (oh, baby)
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies, uh
I love it when you call me Big Poppa (I like it)
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (yeah, yeah) (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (oh, baby, baby, baby) (uh)

Bad Boy
Yeah, yeah
So So Def collaboration



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, O'kelly Isley, Christopher Jasper
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