Correction Lyrics Big Poppa (Live at MTV Spring Break 1995) by Diddy

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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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, honey, check it—
Tell your friends to get with my friends
And we can be friends
sh*t, we can do this every weekend, aight?
Is that aight with you?
Yeah… keep bangin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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

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?

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