Big Poppa (Jermaine Dupri Remix)

Verse One:<br><br>To all the ladies in the place with style and grace<br>Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes<br>Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies<br>The back of the club, sippin` Moet is where you`ll find me<br>The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew`s behind me<br>Mad question askin`, blunt passin, music blastin`<br>But I just can`t quit<br>Cause one of these honies Biggie got to creep with<br>Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not?<br>Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot<br>Now check it, I got more Mck than Craig and in the bed<br>Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy<br>No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes<br>C`Notes by the layers, true fuckin players<br>Jump in the Rover and come over <br>tell your friends jump in thje GS3, I got the chronic by the tree<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>[ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3<br>Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa<br>To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies<br>If you gun up in your waist, don`t shoot up the place<br>Cause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by,<br>baybee, uh<br><br>Verse Two:<br><br>Straight up honey really i`m asking<br>Most of these niggas think they me mackin`, but they be acting<br>Who they attractin` with that line<br>"What`s your name, what`s your sign?"<br>Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind<br>And ask you what your interest are, who you be wit?<br>Things to make you smile, what number to dial<br>You gon` be here for a while, I`m gon` call my crew<br>You go call your crew<br>We can rendezvous at the bar around two<br>or three o` clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot<br>Roll the blunts cause he like to spark a lot<br>So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly<br>A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welches grape<br>Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon` do<br>What we came to do, ain`t that right boo( truuuue)<br>Forget the telly, we just go to the crib<br>And watch a MOOVAE<br>In the JUCUZAE, BAY-BAY<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three<br><br>[Jermaine Dupri]<br>How does a true playa live?<br>[B.I.G.]<br>Nigga, Versace down<br>Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin`<br>Niggaz starin`<br>Now I got my pants draggin<br>In the Benz wagon, Raggin` sippin` D.P.<br>On my way to D.C.<br>The biggest willies<br>Smokin` phillies<br>Tying skunk together<br>Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever<br>Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that<br>I step in where the Mo and the Hoes at, BABY <br>Niggaz know the better on the Coogi sweater<br>Butter leather , chrome beretta see<br>You know who that nigga be<br><br>Outro: Jermaine Dupri<br><br>Shit you ain`t know, ha ha, That`s the stride for ninety-five Baby<br>Straight up playerlistic mentality<br>You just do your thing, Cause i`m definintley gone do mine<br>And we gon` hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of<br>Can you feel me?<br><br>Chorus