Big Poppa

The Notorious B.I.G.

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Christopher Jasper, Christopher Wallace, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley
album: Track 13 in album Ready to Die
release date: 1994-9-13
popularity : 1199 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Thug Rap
length: 4:13
producer: Sean Combs and Chucky Thompson
vocal: The Notorious B.I.G.
mixer: Rich Travali
recorded by: Rich Travali
composer: Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Christopher Wallace, Rudolph Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Jr., Marvin Isley, Chris Jasper

Album Information

label: Bad Boy Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 786127300024
script: Latin

Cover Art

The Notorious B.I.G. Ready to Die cover art

Lyrics

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Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
But I just can't quit
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
Jump in the Rover and come over

Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
To the honies gettin' money playin' *****s like dummies
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)

Most of these *****s think they be mackin' but they be actin
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You go call your crew
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do
Forget the telly we just go to the crib

Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
To the honies gettin' money playin' *****s like dummies
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)

In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)
Money hoes and clothes all a ***** knows
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend
Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
Uh, check it out, nine-fo' **** for dat ***

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Things Done Changed
  • 3 Gimme the Loot
  • 4 Machine Gun Funk
  • 5 Warning
  • 6 Ready to Die
  • 7 One More Chance
  • 8 Fuck Me (interlude)
  • 9 The What
  • 10 Juicy
  • 11 Everyday Struggle
  • 12 Me & My Bitch
  • 13 Big Poppa
  • 14 Respect
  • 15 Friend of Mine
  • 16 Unbelievable
  • 17 Suicidal Thoughts