Chords for Biggie Smalls Big Poppa(lyrics)

[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ [Bb] _
[Am] _ _ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [Gm] _
[Dm] _ _ [B] _ [Fm] _ [C] _ [Dm] I like it.
[D] Yeah.
_ [B] Now,
for _ [C] _ [D]
[C] all the [F] ladies in the [B] place with style and grits [C] allow me to lace these [Bb] lyrical dishes in your [Am] bushes.
Who rock grooves [B] and make moves with all the [C] mommy.
The back [Gm] of the club, [Dm] sipping my wetness where you find me.
The back of the club, [F] macking hoes, my crew's behind [C] me.
Mad question [Gm] asking, blunt passing, [Dm] music lasting.
[F] But I just can't quit [B] because one of these [C] homies Biggie got [D] to creep [Am] with, sleep with, keep [B] the effort [Ab] secret.
Why [C] not?
Why blow [Bb] up my spot?
Cause we both got hot, [Am] now check it.
I got more [B] Mac than Craig and in the [C] bed.
Believe me sweetie, [Dm] I got enough to feed the needy.
No need to be greedy.
[G] I got mad [D] friends with [C] ends.
See notes by the [Dm] layers.
True fucking layers.
Jump in the Rover and come over.
Tell your [B] friends, jump in the GF3.
I got the [D] chronic by the [Am] streets.
[B] Throw [C] your hands in the [Bb] air.
If you's a true [Am] player.
_ [D] _ [Am] To the [Dm] honeys, get your money playing niggas like drunks.
_ _ [Bb] _ [E] You gotta come [Am] up in your [Bb] voice.
Please don't shoot up the blunts.
Cause I [B] see some ladies tonight that should be [D] having my baby.
Baby.
[Am] Straight up honey, [B] really I'm asking.
[C] Most of these niggas think they be [Bb] macking, but they be acting.
[Am] Who they attracting with that [B] line?
What's your name?
What's your [Am] sign?
Soon as he buy that [Bb] wine, I just creep up from behind.
[Dm] And ask you what your [F] interests are.
Who you [C] be with?
Things that make you [Bb] smile.
What numbers to [B] dial?
You gonna be here for a while?
I'm gonna call my crew.
You gonna call your crew.
We can rendezvous [D] at the bar [C] around 2.
Plans to [B] leave, throw the keys to little [C] C's.
Pull the truck up front [Gm] and roll up the next [Am] blunts.
So we can steam on the [G] way to the telly.
Gonna fill my [C] belly.
A T-bone steak, [Dm] cheese, eggs and welch's.
Great conversate for a few.
Cause in our feud, [C] we gonna do what we came to [Bb] do.
Ain't that right, boo?
True.
[B] Forget the telly, we just go to the crib and watch a movie.
In the [C] jacuzzi, smoke [D] L's while you [Am] do me.
I love the way [B] you [Am] talk.
Throw your hands in the [Gm] air.
If you's a true [Am] player.
I love the way [B] you talk.
[C] To the [A] honeys getting [Bb] money playing niggas like Johnny Stumpf.
I love the [G] [Fm] way [Am] you talk.
You got a gun up in your [Bb] waist.
Please don't shoot up the blunts.
Cause [B] I see some ladies tonight that should be [Bm] having my baby.
[D] Baby.
[C] High 11, Biggie [B] Smalls.
Imagine them [C] Benzes giving ends to my [Dm] friends and it feels [Am] stupendous.
Tremendous [B] cream, pluck a dollar and a [C] dream.
Still toast, [Bb] get strapped with infrared [B] beams.
Chopping oils, smoking lime [Ab] optimals.
Money, [Dm] hoes and clothes, all a nigga knows.
[B] A fool is pleasure, [F] whatever.
I [B] had to find the buried treasure.
So [F] grams I had to measure.
However, living [B] better now.
Gucci sweater [C] now.
Drop top [Bb] BM's, I'm the man, girl, [Am] friend.
Honey, check [B] it.
[C] Tell your friends [Dm] to get with my friends.
We could be [F] friends.
[Em] Shit, we could do [A] this every [Dm] weekend.
Aight?
Is that [Fm] a hoocher?
[B] Yeah.
Keep [C] banging.
[Am] _ _ [B] _ [Am] Throw your hands in [Gm] the air if you's a true [F] player.
_ [B] _ [C] To [Dm] the honeys getting money playing niggas like dummies.
[Bb] You [Am] got a gun up in your [Gm] waist.
Please don't shoot up the blunts.
Cause [D] I see [F] some ladies tonight that should be having my baby.
[D] Baby.
[Am] _ [B] Check it out.
[C] I'll pull shit for [Dm] that ass.
[Am] Puff Daddy.
[B] Biggie [C] Smalls.
Junior Mafia.
[Bb] Represent.
Baby, baby.
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _