Origineel
[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, sippin’ Moet is where you’ll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind me
Mad question askin’, blunt passin, music blastin’
But I just can’t quit
Because one of these honeys 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 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
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
[Hook:]
(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, don’t shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by
Baybee, uh
[Verse Two:]
Straight up honey really I’m asking
Most of these niggas think they me mackin’, but they be acting
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
Ask you what your interest are, who you be wit?
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon’ be here for a while, I’m gon’ call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Or three o’ clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot
Roll a blunt cause he like to spark a lot
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 (truuuue)
Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
And watch a movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay
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[Verse Three:]
(How does a true playa live?)
Nigga, Versace down
Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin’, Niggas starin’
Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon
Raggin’ sippin’ D.P on my way to D.C
The biggest willies, smokin’ phillies
Thai & skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever
Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that
I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at (Baybee)
Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater
Butter leather, chrome beretta see
You know who that nigga be
[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
Shit you ain’t know, ha ha, That’s the stride for ninety-five Baby
Straight up playerlistic mentality
You just do your thing, Cause I’m definintley gone do mine
And we gon’ hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of
Can you feel me?
[Hook]
Vertaling
[Verse één:]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Sta me toe deze lyrische dooches in jullie bosjes te rijgen
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin’ Moet is where you’ll find me
De achterkant van de club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind me
Mad question askingin’, blunt passin, music blastin’
But I just can’t quit
Omdat een van deze schatjes Biggie heeft om mee te kruipen
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not?
Waarom mijn plek opblazen omdat we allebei heet zijn
Kijk nu, ik heb meer Mack dan Craig en in het bed
Geloof me lieverd, ik heb genoeg om de behoeftigen te voeden
Je hoeft niet hebberig te zijn, ik heb gekke vrienden met Benz’s
C-Notes door de lagen, echte klote spelers
Spring in de Rover en kom hier
Vertel je vrienden spring in de GS3, Ik heb de chronische bij de boom
[Hook:]
(I love it when you call me big pop-pa) x3
Gooi je handen in de lucht, als je een echte playa bent
To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies
Als je pistool in je middel zit, schiet dan niet op de plaats
Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by
Baybee, uh
[Verse Twee:]
Straight up honey really I’m asking
De meeste van deze nikkers denken dat ze me versieren, maar ze acteren
Who they attractin’ with that line
“Wat is je naam, wat is je teken ?”
Zodra hij die wijn koopt, besluip ik hem van achteren
Vraag je wat je interesseert, met wie ga je om?
Dingen om je te laten lachen, welke nummers je moet draaien.
Je zult hier een tijdje zijn, ik ga mijn groep bellen
Bel jij je crew maar.
We kunnen afspreken in de bar rond twee uur.
Of drie uur, Lil Ceas haalt zijn truck van de parkeerplaats.
Roll a blunt cause he like to spark a lot
Steam on the way to the tv go fill my belly
Een T-bone steak, kaas eieren, en Welch’s grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gonna do
Wat we kwamen doen, is dat niet goed boo (truuuue)
Vergeet de tv, we gaan gewoon naar de wieg
And watch a movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay
[Hook]
[Verse Drie:]
(How does a true playa live?)
Nigga, Versace down
Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin’, Niggas starin’
Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon
Raggin’ sippin’ D.P on my way to D.C
The biggest willies, smokin’ phillies
Thai & skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever
Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that
I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at (Baybee)
Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater
Butter leather, chrome beretta see
You know who that nigga be
[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
Shit you ain’t know, ha ha, That’s the stride for ninety-five Baby
Straight up playerlistic mentality
Doe jij je ding maar, want ik ga zeker de mijne doen
En we gaan later iets doen waar je nog nooit van gehoord hebt
Kun je me voelen?
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