Mindless Self Indulgence ~ Shut Me Up: the Remixes +3
Big Poppa

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace lyrical duches 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 passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit.
Because one of these honies Biggies got ta creep with.
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety 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, I got- I got- I got tha chronic.

I love it when you call me Big Poppa!
Throw yo hands in the air
If you're a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa!
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
ooo
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
(Why)
Cause I see some ladies tonight - ah ah- (x3)
That should be havin' my baby
baby

Straight up honey really I'm askin
Most these niggas think that they be mackin'
They're just mother fucking 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
And ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?
Things to 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 rendezvou at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt!
Conversate for a few, cause in a few,
"we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)"
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi
smoke l's while you do me

I love it when you call me Big Poppa!
Throw yo hands in the air
If you're a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa!
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
ooo
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
(Why)
Cause I see some ladies tonight - ah ah- (x3)
That should be havin' my baby
baby

(How ya livin Biggie Smallz?)
In mansion and Benz's
Givin ends to my friends
and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
A Still tote gat strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's
Money, hoes, and clothes is all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure
so-so-so-so-so grams i had to measure
living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, Drop top BM's

(Honey check it)
Tell your friends to get with my friends
And we can be friends
We can do this every god damn weekend
(Keep bangin)