....::::Lyrics:::::..... 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 moms? 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 honeys Biggie gots ta creep with Sleep with, keep the EP 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 fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over I got chronic I got chronic IIIIII got the chronic (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) To all the honeys gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (ooh) (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (Why?) Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh) Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh) Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Baybeh (Straight up honey really I'm askin Most of these niggaz think that they be mackin But they're just mother-fucking 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 you what your interests ...
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