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Mindless Self Indulgence

Genres: Electronic

Big Poppa Lyrics - Mindless Self Indulgence

Uh uh, check it out, uh, Junior Mafia uh 

I like this, yeah, uh, yeah, 94 

 

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace 

Allow me to lace these 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' ***, my crew's behind me 

Mad question askin', *** passin', music blastin', but I just can't quit 

Because one of these honies biggie gotta creep with 

 

Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not 

Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got caught 

Now check it, 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 da life players 

Jump in the Rover and come over 

Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the *** by the tree 

 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

To the honies gettin' money playin' fellas like dummies 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

If you got a *** 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, 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 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 rendezvous 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 

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 

Forget the telly we just go to the crib 

And watch a movie in the Jacuzzi Smoke, *** while you do me 

 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

To the honies gettin' money playin' fellas like dummies 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

If you got a *** 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, uh 

 

How ya livin' Biggie Smallz? 

In mansion and Benz's, givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous 

Tremendous cream, get a dollar and a dream 

Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams 

 

Choppin' O's, smokin' lye an' optimo's 

Money *** and clothes all a brother knows a foolish pleasure, whatever 

I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure 

 

However living better now Gucci sweater now 

Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend 

Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends 

And we could be friends, *** we can do this every weekend 

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 youse a true player 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

To the honies gettin' money playin' fellas like dummies 

I love it when you call me big poppa 

If you got a *** 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, uh 

 

Uh, check it out, uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls 

Junior Mafia, represent baby baby, uh 

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