Big Poppa (Live at MTV Spring Break 1995) The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Biggie Smalls]
Check it out, check it out
A'ight, all the true players here
Y'all throw your hands up, y'all know how we do it
Check it out, uh
Turn the mics up
Turn the mics up, uh
Check it out, uh, check it

[Verse 1: Biggie Smalls]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis?
The back of the club, sippin' Moët 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 Benzes
C-notes by the layers, true-to-heart players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree