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 sippinand' moet is where youand'll find me
The back of the club mackin hoes my crewand's behind me
Mad question askinand' blunt passin music blastinand'
But i just canand'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
Cand'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, donand'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 iand'm asking
Most of these niggas think they me mackinand', but they be acting
Who they attractinand' with that line
andquot;whatand's your name, whatand's your sign?andquot;
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 gonand' be here for a while, iand'm gonand' call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Or three oand' 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 gonand' do
What we came to do, ainand'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 glarinand'
Niggaz starinand'
Now i got my pants draggin
In the benz wagon, ragginand' sippinand' d.p.
On my way to d.c.
The biggest willies
Smokinand' 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 ainand't know, ha ha, thatand's the stride for ninety-five baby
Straight up playerlistic mentality
You just do your thing, cause iand'm definintley gone do mine
And we gonand' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of
Can you feel me?
Chorus
