The Notorious B.I.G. — Big Poppa Live at MTV Spring Break 1995

[Intro: Biggie Smalls] Check it out, check it out A'ight, all the true players here Y'all throw your hands up, y'all know how we do it Check it out, uh Turn the mics up Turn the mics up, uh Check it out, uh, check it [Verse 1: Biggie Smalls] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët 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 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 No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true-to-heart players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree [Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh, uh Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa Ladies To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist (Why) Please don't shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having what? what? baby, baby [Verse 2: Biggie Smalls] Uh, straight up, honey, really I'm askin' Most of these fellas 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 you what your interests are, who you be with Things that 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 2 At 3 o'clock, Lil Cease pull the truck up the parking lot Roll a blunt, because he likes 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, ‘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 [Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] I love it when you call me Big Poppa Where ya at? Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh 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 That should be having my (What? What?) baby, baby, uh [Verse 3: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] How you living, Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: forget a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin' Os, smokin' la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a fella knows A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However, living better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend [Interlude: Puff Daddy & Biggie Smalls] Yeah, honey, check it— Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend, aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah… keep bangin' Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls] I love it when they call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh, uh 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 That should be having (What? What?) baby, baby [Outro: Biggie Smalls] Yeah yeah, check it out Nine-five, what? Money L, Little Caesar, Biggie Smalls Represent—baby, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who shot ya? Who shot ya?