Big Poppa Jermaine Dupri Remix Lyrics

Big Poppa Jermaine Dupri Remix lyrics

featuring Jermaine Dupri  

  

 Verse One:  

  

 To all the ladies in the place with style and grace  

 Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches 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 hoes  my crew's behind me  

 Mad question askin'  blunt passin  music blastin'  

 But I just can't quit  

 Cause one of these honies Biggie got 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 Mck 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 Benzes  

 C'Notes by the layers, true fuckin players  

 Jump in the Rover and come over  

 tell your friends jump in thje GS3, I got the chronic by the tree  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 [ I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3  

 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa  

 To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies  

 If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place  

 Cause I see some ladies tonite who should be havin my ba-by,  

 baybee, uh  

  

 Verse Two:  

  

 Straight up honey really i'm asking  

 Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting  

 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 you what your interest are, who you be wit?  

 Things to make you smile, what number to dial  

 You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew  

 You go call your crew  

 We can rendezvous at the bar around two  

 or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot  

 Roll the blunts cause he like to spark a lot  

 So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly  

 A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welches grape  

 Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do  

 What we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue)  

 Forget the telly, we just go to the crib  

 And watch a MOOVAE  

 In the JUCUZAE, BAY-BAY  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Verse Three  

  

 [Jermaine Dupri]  

 How does a true playa live?  

 [B.I.G.]  

 Nigga, Versace down  

 Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin'  

 Niggaz starin'  

 Now I got my pants draggin  

 In the Benz wagon, Raggin' sippin' D.P.  

 On my way to D.C.  

 The biggest willies  

 Smokin' phillies  

 Tying skunk together  

 Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever  

 Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that  

 I step in where the Mo and the Hoes at, BABY  

 Niggaz know the better on the Coogi sweater  

 Butter leather , chrome beretta see  

 You know who that nigga be  

  

 Outro: Jermaine Dupri  

  

 Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby  

 Straight up playerlistic mentality  

 You just do your thing, Cause i'm definintley gone do mine  

 And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of  

 Can you feel me?  

  

 Chorus