To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (uh) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (what?) The back of the club, mackin' ****, my crew's behind me (uh) Mad question askin', blunt passin' Music blastin', but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (that's right) 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' **** like dummies 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?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh) Straight up, honey, really I'm askin' Most of these **** think they be mackin', but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line (what?), "What's your name? What's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (that's right) 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 two (come on)
