[Intro]
Yeah..
Mista G..

Big Poppa..
Old School Style..
Biggie Smalls..

Yeah..
uh uh uh uh.


[Verse 1]
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 mommies?
The back of the club sipping Moet is where you'll find me
The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me

Mad question asking, blunt passing, music blasting
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots 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 Benz's
C-notes by the layers: true $#&@in' players

Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree


[Hook]
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player

[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]
To the honies getting money playing ^!$$%s like dummies
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa]

If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place! (why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby


[Verse 2]
Straight up honey really I'm asking
Most of these ^!$$%s think they be macking, but they be acting

Who they attracting 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 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


[Hook]


("How you living, Biggie Smalls?") In mansion and Benzes
Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream: $#&@ a dollar and a dream

Still tote Gats strapped with infrared beams
Chopping O's, smoking la in Optimos
Money, hoes and clothes: all a ^!$$% 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:
Tell your friends to get with my friends

And we can be friends
%#@!, we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you?

Yeah... keep bangin')