#The notorious big big poppa movie#

(How ya livin' Biggie Smallz) In mansion and Benz's Givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin o's, smokin' lines, optimo's Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure, whatever

#The notorious big big poppa movie#

Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can 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 'cuz 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 smoke L's while you do me Straight up hunnie really I'm askin' Most of these nigga's 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 And ask what your interests are, who you be with Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial 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 (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why) 'Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby Baby

(I love it when you call me Big Poppa) Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) To the honeys gettin' money playin' niggaz like dummies 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 sweety, 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 fuckin' players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree 'cuz To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches 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 Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with

Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah) Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um (I like this, yeah) Uh, yeah, 94'