Lyrics:
Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get
us hip hoppers
I really miss my partner
But I know he with Big Poppa, 2 Pacs, and the big L rolled proper
And that's a big pun, know that I'mma join
(know what I like)[00:23.28]I be so up bitch I'm high like a kite (I be so up)[00:24.98]I be gambling my life like I'm rolling some dice (rollin some
school[00:28.50]Hit my homie what's the move[00:29.82]We ain't got nothing to do[00:31.02]So we stay by[00:32.19]Hope I came right[00:34.37]And now I'm just
maker
The matinee watcher
The good weather on a Saturday afternoon shopper
Good gift copper
Still miss Big Poppa
No bad energy please, no bad
me spittin' these hot flames with Big Poppa
And I still represent the Bricks
Just like dirt, like when they used to flood the bricks with bricks
From
ordered salad and fries, cuz I'm really bad at decisions
I love when she call me big poppa
I eat it so good she ready to die
Look at my face (Look at my
in some big shit anytime she ride by
Bitches dick ride me, then expect a high five
You'll never be K'Mora though, baby, nice try
I'm in some shit you
your friends say (Uh)
So I guess you think I'm
Slipping cause I ain't flipping
Baby, I'm Big Poppa
Ain't no need to be tripping
You know that I care,
for the big pesos
And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo
And we, gettin it started so baby let's go
Nasty boys in the party singin, "Don Cuervoooo!"
Take
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head
a movie
She call me Big Poppa like I'm Biggie rocking Coogi, and Louie
Niggas hate so I gotta keep the tooly
And get the Mouseketool 'cause you bitches act
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
the clique locked up
We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors
My lil' momma let lead dump from big poppa
Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig
about the worst, big chopper hold 60
Five gram woods we smoke, take it to the lungs
I ain't even gon' cough
Cruisin' down 98, aint time for a pause
Ain't
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers,
opium from the poppy fields
Uncle Sam was getting paid while kids were raised by Poppa Pill
Now they crave what they would take when Doctors say they all
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
boricua mommies screamin "Aiy papi!"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk
out, left the lil' hoe walkin
Not with the gimmick, I ain't with the talkin'
Big Mac, like Christopher Wallace
Hit from the back, she call me big poppa
I’m on my 98 chain, I make Slick Rick proud
I got on 9 diamond chains
In the booth right now
They call me spending stupid, no roof it
Shawty with
one on my corner by law I?m the ruler,
Go back to your jeweler tell'em make you more cooler,
Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules,
I make dating
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