text: Check it out, check it out
  Aight, all the true players here
  Yall throw your hands up, yall know how we do it
  Check it out, uh
  Turn the mics up
  Turn the mics up, uh
  Check it out, uh, check it
  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 youll find me
  The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crews behind me
  Mad question askin, blunt passin
  Music blastin, but I just cant 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
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  Uh, uh
  Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  Ladies
  To the honies getting money
  Playing fellas like dummies, uh
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  If you got a gun up in your waist 
  Please dont shoot up the place!
  ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight
  That should be having what? what? baby, baby
  Uh, straight up, honey, really Im askin
  Most of these fellas think they be mackin, but they be actin
  Who they attractin with that line
  Whats your name? Whats your sign?
  Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind
  And ask you what your interests are, who you be with
  Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial
  You gon be here for a while?
  Im gon go call my crew, you go call your crew
  We can rendezvous at the bar around 2
  At 3 oclock, Lil Cease pull the truck up the parking lot
  Roll a blunt, because he likes to spark a lot
  Steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly
  A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welchs grape
  Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon do
  What we came to do, aint that right, boo? 
  Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
  And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, baby
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  Where ya at?
  Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh
  To the honies getting money
  Playing fellas like dummies, uh
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  If you got a gun up in your waist
  Please dont shoot up the place!
  ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight
  That should be having my baby, baby, uh
  How you living, Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes
  Givin ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous
  Tremendous cream: forget a dollar and a dream
  Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
  Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos
  Money, hoes and clothes: all a fella knows
  A foolish pleasure? Whatever
  I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
  However, living better now, Coogi sweater now
  Drop top BMs, Im the man, girlfriend
  Yeah, honey, check it—
  Tell your friends to get with my friends
  And we can be friends
  Shit, we can do this every weekend, aight?
  Is that aight with you?
  Yeah… keep bangin
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  I love it when they call me Big Poppa
  Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player, uh
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  To the honies getting money
  Playing fellas like dummies, uh, uh
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  If you got a gun up in your waist
  Please dont shoot up the place!
  ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight
  That should be having baby, baby
  Yeah yeah, check it out
  Nine-five, what?
  Money L, Little Caesar, Biggie Smalls
  Represent—baby, baby
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?