Big Poppa
Mindless Self Indulgence Lyrics


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To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace 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 because one of these honies
Biggie's got to creep with, sleep with, keep the E.P. a secret
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?

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 fucking players

Jump in the Rover and come over
I got chronic, I got chronic
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got
I got my chronic

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To all the honies getting money playing niggers 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, 'cause I see some ladies tonight
'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

Straight up honey, really I'm asking
Most of these niggers think they be macking
But they're just motherfucking 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, and "Who you be with?"
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial

You gonna be here for a while
I'm gonna 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

Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gonna do
What we came to do, ain't that right, boo
Forget the telly we just go to my crib
And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoking big L's while you do me

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To all the honies getting money playing niggers 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, 'Cause I see some ladies tonight
'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

How ya living Biggie Smallz? In mansion and Benz's
Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gatts strapped with infrared beams

Chopping O's, smoking lye and Optimo's
Money, hoes, and clothes is all a nigger knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure

Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend
Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, drop top BM's

Honey check it
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends
Shit, we can do this every goddamn weekend
Keep bangin'

I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To all the honies getting money playing niggers 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, 'Cause I see some ladies tonight
'Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be having my baby, baby

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mindless Self Indulgence's song "Big Poppa" are a parody of the rap scene of the 1990s. The song makes a mockery of the bravado and machismo prevalent in hip-hop culture at the time, especially in Biggie Smalls' music. The lyrics are intentionally over-the-top, with lines like "Allow me to lace lyrical douches in your bushes" and "No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benz's" poking fun at the excessive wealth and materialism often celebrated in rap music. The song also includes references to drug use and casual sex, further highlighting the shallow and self-indulgent nature of the persona being portrayed.


Despite its satirical nature, "Big Poppa" was a popular song, and remains a classic of both the hip-hop and rock genres. Its catchy chorus and upbeat rhythms made it a club favorite, and its ear-catching lyrics helped to establish Mindless Self Indulgence as a boundary-breaking force in the world of music.


Line by Line Meaning

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Attention all the elegant and classy women who are present in this gathering


Allow me to lace lyrical douches in your bushes
Allow me to spit some nice rhymes to you and impress you


Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
Who among the guys here has the charisma and musical talent to charm all the ladies?


The back of the club, sipping Moet is where you'll find me
I'll be chilling at the back of the nightclub, sipping a fine champagne called Moet


The back of the club, macking hoes, my crew's behind me
At the rear area of the club, I'll be hitting on women, while my buddies are supporting me from behind


Mad question asking, blunt passing, music blasting
I'll continuously ask questions and interject while passing around some marijuana, while loud music is playing in the background


But I just can't quit because one of these honies
I can't seem to stop my behavior because I'm interested in one of the girls here


Biggie's got to creep with, sleep with, keep the E.P. a secret
I want to have some sexual intimacy with this girl, and I need to keep it discreet as to not ruin my reputation


Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?
Why would we ruin our chances by spreading rumors when we both have a mutual attraction?


I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
I am a more attractive and desirable guy than Craig, especially in bed


Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy
Trust me, darling, I have enough sexual prowess to satisfy women's cravings


No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benz's
You don't have to be selfish because I have a lot of awesome friends who have luxury cars


C-notes by the layers, true fucking players
I have large stacks of hundred dollar bills, and my crew is a group of real ladies' men


Jump in the Rover and come over
Get into my fancy car, a Range Rover, and come over to my place


I got chronic, I got chronic
I have a lot of marijuana, and I am excited to share it with you


I love it when you call me Big Poppa
I feel great when you use my nickname Big Poppa, as it makes me feel famous and respected


Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
Raise your hands in the air if you are a real ladies' man


To all the honies getting money playing niggers like dummies
This is a shoutout to all the women who are taking advantage of stupid guys to make some money


If you got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
If you are carrying a gun in your waistband, please do not start shooting randomly


'Cause I see some ladies tonight, 'cause I see some ladies tonight
I'm keen on a few women who are here tonight


Who should be having my baby, baby
I think some of these women have the potential to start a family with me


Straight up honey, really I'm asking
Honestly, babe, I'm just asking a simple question


Most of these niggers think they be macking
Most guys in here think they're good at charming ladies


But they're just motherfucking acting
But they're just pretending, and they're not the real deal


Who they attracting with that line, 'What's your name, what's your sign?'
Who falls for that cheesy pick-up line, 'What's your name, what's your sign?'


Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind
As soon as he buys her a drink, I come up behind her and try to swoop in


And ask what your interests are, and 'Who you be with?'
I ask about your hobbies and interests, and find out who your friends are


Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
I try to make you smile, and ask for your phone number


You gonna be here for a while
Are you planning to stay here for a while?


I'm gonna go call my crew, You go call your crew
I'm going to call my friends, and you can call your friends too


We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Let's meet up at the bar around 2 am


Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil' Cease
We plan to leave, so I'll give the car keys to my buddy Lil' Cease


Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt
We'll bring the car to the front and start rolling another joint


Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gonna do
Let's chat for a bit, but soon we're going to do what we came here to do


What we came to do, ain't that right, boo
We both know what we're here for, don't we, honey?


Forget the telly we just go to my crib
Let's skip the hotel and just go to my place


And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoking big L's while you do me
We can watch a film while sitting in the hot tub and smoke some marijuana while we have sex


How ya living Biggie Smallz? In mansion and Benz's
Biggie Smalls, how's your lifestyle? Do you own mansions and luxury cars?


Giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
I'm generously sharing my wealth with my buddies, and it feels fantastic


Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
I have so much wealth that I don't care about money or wishing for success anymore


Still tote gatts strapped with infrared beams
Despite my riches, I still carry guns that have infrared scopes attached to them


Chopping O's, smoking lye and Optimo's
I cut up large quantities of drugs and smoke marijuana or Optimo cigars


Money, hoes, and clothes is all a nigger knows
All mediocre individuals know is chasing money, women, and dressing well


A foolish pleasure, whatever
Even though it's reckless and foolish, seeking money and women brings me happiness


I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
I had to seek out illicit drugs, hence why I had to weigh them out


Living better now, Gucci sweater now
I am currently living my life much better than before, and I can now afford Gucci sweaters


Drop top BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend
I own convertible BMW cars and I'm the man you want to date, girlfriend


Honey check it
Listen up, baby


Tell your friends, to get with my friends
Tell your lady friends to connect with my male friends


And we can be friends
We can then become friends too


Shit, we can do this every goddamn weekend
We can keep doing this every weekend, without fail


Keep bangin'
Keep dancing and enjoying the music




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