Uh, check it out, uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friendsĪnd we could be friends, shit we can do this every weekendĪight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin' However living better now Gucci sweater now I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows a foolish pleasure, whatever
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream In mansion and Benz's, givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous I love it when you call me big poppa You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place, why?
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So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyĪ T bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeĬonversate for a few 'cause in a few, we gon' doĪnd watch a movie in the Jacuzzi Smoke, L's while you do me Pull the truck up, front and roll up the next blunt Plans to leave, throw the keys to little cease You go call your crew, we can rendezvous at the bar around two You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindĪnd ask what your interests are, "Who you be with?" Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?" Most of these niggas think they be mackin' but they be actin' 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby, uh You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place, why? To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the chronic by the tree No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sĬ notes by the layers, true fucking players Now check it, I got more mack than Craig and in the bedīelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got caught Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin', but I just can't quitīecause one of these honies biggie gotta creep with The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me
The back of the club, sippin' moet, is where you'll find me Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies To all the ladies in the place with style and graceĪllow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes