Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh
Junior M.A.f.i.a., uh (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
Nine-fo' (keep bangin')

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

(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
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

(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
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, uh
(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, baby (uh)

(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?)
In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)
Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows (all a nigga knows)
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure (for what?), So grams I had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend

Honey check it (check it)
tell your friends, to get with my friends (your friends)
And we can be friends
shit we can do this every weekend (that's right)
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah, keep bangin'

I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
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, uh
(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, baby (uh)

Check it out, nine-fo' shit for dat ass, uh
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A, represent baby, baby, uh


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Big Poppa Lyrics as written by Christopher Jasper O'kelly Isley

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    General Commentthis is my anthem! biggie 4 life!!!!!!!!!!
    alkal#3on April 17, 2002   Link
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    General Commentthis song makes hardball the best movie

    I love it when you call me Big PopPa
    obarnacleson May 12, 2002   Link
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    General CommentI love the movie Hardball. 2 of my best friends sing this all the time, even in the halls at school. I love it when they sing it and get odd looks from everyone. It just makes my day.
    goodriddanceon September 21, 2002   Link
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    General CommentThat movie Hardball is so so soo sad! But really funny and good. This my favorite song of all songs cuz everyone in my hood calls me Lil' Mama (cuz i'm short and cute not cuz i got kids) and i always say i love it when ya call me lil mama!! I'm known for that. But anyway R.I.P. Biggie! We love ya!
    vurryFINEfemaleon March 07, 2003   Link
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    General Commenthardball was a great tv release movie.... it wasnt a great movie
    mikeon April 08, 2003   Link
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    General CommentRIP Big... You'll always be remembered here in the NY
    Ringuon May 12, 2004   Link
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    General Commentthis is the greatest rap song ever. i don't know y so many people choose 2pac over biggie.oh well.
    LPJ0K3Ron October 07, 2004   Link
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    General CommentI can not believe most of the comments for this song consist of hardball. This is a classic, the way he masters the art of rhyme and flow. Get the *** out of here.
    leftalonetothinkon April 13, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThe sample is from The Isley Brothers "Between the Sheets"
    kmk_natashaon January 05, 2006   Link
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    General CommentBIggie always!

    Biggie had class and etiquette with his flow of rhyme. Tupac was too much punk, less style!
    bkat004on February 02, 2006   Link

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