I love it when you call me big pop-pa
Throw your hands in the air, youse a [bad word] player
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
To all ma honies gettin money playin 
fellows like dummies
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
Whoa I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee 

To all my ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your 
See, I 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 ..., my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit
beCause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with