Big Poppa
DJ Tuniziano & The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)
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 mommies
The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
But I just can't quit
'Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta 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 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
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'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
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
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 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 (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 pop-pa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas 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 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 (what?)
Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Optimo's
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, 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 can be friends, shit 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' niggas 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 that should be havin' my baby, baby
Uh, check it out, nine-fo' shit for dat ass
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A, represent baby, baby! Uh
The lyrics of DJ Tuniziano & The Notorious B.I.G.'s "Big Poppa" speak directly to the ladies in the club with style and grace, inviting them to join him as he sips Moet at the back of the club. He's got his crew with him, and they're mackin' hoes all night long. The honies are curious, they askin' questions and passing blunts while the music blasts, but Biggie can't quit until he's had his fun. He's a true player, with more Mack than Craig, and he's got enough to feed the needy. There's no need to be greedy, 'cause he's got mad friends with Bentleys and stacks of C-notes. So he jumps in his Rover and heads out to the GS3, where he's got the chronic by the tree.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Listen up, pay attention to what's about to be said
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Shoutout to the classy women present, I've got some smooth rhymes to share with you
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
Referring to those who know how to dance and attract attention from the ladies, claiming that while he may be sipping Moet at the back of the club, he's still the man of the hour
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
He and his crew are hanging around in the back of the club, chatting up some women, passing around a blunt and enjoying the music
'Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot
He's on the hunt for a lady to (privately) sleep with, keeping it on the DL so as not to create any drama or problems
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
He's generously well-endowed and can satisfy any woman he's with. He and his friends roll big with expensive cars and plenty of cash - true players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
Come ride with him and bring your friends - they've got weed to smoke
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
He loves being called Big Poppa and wants to know who the real players are out there
To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies
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
Shoutout to the women hustling and making money but please don't create any dangerous situations. He sees some potential baby mommas he's interested in
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?"
He's being straightforward and honest. He's calling out men who talk a big game but don't actually deliver. That age-old pickup line doesn't work on him
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
They're about to head back to his place and grab some food, specifically a t-bone steak, cheese eggs and grape juice
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me
They're skipping out on a hotel and going straight to his house to watch a movie while getting intimate in the hot tub and smoking some weed
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 (what?)
He's living the high life, with nice houses and cars and plenty of money to share with his buddies. He no longer cares about money and is packing heat just in case
Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Optimo's
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, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend
He's still into the drug scene and enjoying the perks of a lavish lifestyle. He's come a long way from dealing drugs and now is flaunting his designer clothes and fancy cars
Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends, shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'
He's making a request that she introduce him to her friends, so they can all hang out together regularly. Does that sound good to her? Keep enjoying life
Uh, check it out, nine-fo' shit for dat ass
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A, represent baby, baby! Uh
They're representing their crew and proudly sharing their rhymes from 1994
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER JASPER, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, ERNIE ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@mdominikaa
#1 NA NAJBLIŻSZE TYGODNIE POW POW POOOW!
@majkpoland
najlepsze sa przejscia wielkie jol cmon , bad boy cmon ;>
@TEGIER
Ale to nadal buja . Kawał histori te kawałki tuniego 👋
@maylef
Wielkie Joł!!!
@zaiwaniam
Tuniziano, Sir Michu zajebista robota. Czekam na ten mixtape!!! niestety na imprezę ciężko będzie się dostać ale liczę że udostępnicie jakieś wideo z imprezy.. Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York !!!
@IronTheBlack
Tuni pokazuje Polsce jak powinny wyglądać mixtapy :D
@fixitfelix718
20 years today
@kamyk011
jak ktoś może to niech powie jak ten bit się nazywa z tego blendu, jeśli w ogóle można go gdzieś znaleźć
@dofaka
A sirmichu - jak powinny wyglądać bity:)
@Sbk1991PL
Na okrętkę!