Faith Evans - Big Poppa (So So Def Remix) lyrics

[Verse One:] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches 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 pa**in, 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 Benz's C-Notes by the layers, true f**in players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree [Hook:] (I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa To the honies gettin money playin n***as like dummies If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by Baybee, uh [Verse Two:] Straight up honey really I'm asking Most of these n***as think they me mackin', but they be acting 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 interest are, who you be wit? Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out 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, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuue) Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay [Hook] [Verse Three:] (How does a true playa live?) n***a, Versace down Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin', n***as starin' Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon Raggin' sippin' D.P on my way to D.C The biggest willies, smokin' phillies Thai & 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 (Baybee) n***as know the better on the Coogi sweater bu*ter leather, chrome beretta see You know who that n***a be [Outro: Jermaine Dupri] sh** you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby Straight up playerlistic mentality You just do your thing, Cause I'm definintley gone do mine And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of Can you feel me? [Hook]