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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Isley
Marvin Isley
Composer
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Composer
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Composer
Christopher Jasper
Christopher Jasper
Composer
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Executive Producer
Conrad Dimanche
Conrad Dimanche
Associate Producer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Carl "Chucky" Thompson
Carl "Chucky" Thompson
Producer
Mister Cee
Mister Cee
Associate Producer
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Sean 'Diddy' Combs
Sean 'Diddy' Combs
Producer

Songtexte

Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he) Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah Nine-fo' (Keep bangin') 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 fuckin' 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) Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) To the honies gettin' money playin niggas like dummies (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 havin my baby, baby Straight up honey really I'm askin' Most of these niggas 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 Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt So we can 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, smoke L's while you do me (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 honies gettin' money playin niggas like dummies (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 That should be havin my baby, baby (How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benz's Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin' Os, smokin' la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes, all a nigga 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 Honey check it, check it Tell your friends, to get with my friends (Your friends) And we can be friends Shit we can do this every weekend (That's right) Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin' (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 honies gettin' money playin niggaz like dummies (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 havin my baby, baby Uh, check it out Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A Represent, baby, baby, uh
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, O'kelly Isley, Christopher Jasper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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