To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes (uh) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?) The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh) Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin' But I just can't quit Because 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 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 fuckin' players (uh) Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause Throw your hands in the air, if you's 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 Poppa) Ya 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 (uh), baby (uh) 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