Big Poppa (2007 Remaster) Chords

[Am] _ [B] _ [C] Uh, uh, [Bb] check it out.
[Am] _
_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] [Dm] Shootin' my phone. _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] I like [Dm] that.
Yeah.
[F] _ [B] My phone.
_ [C] [C] To all the ladies in [B] the place with style and [C] grace,
Allow me to lace [Bb] these lyrical douches in [Am] your bushes.
Who rock [B] grooves and make moves with all [C] them armies.
The back of the [Bb] club, sippin' [Dm] Moet is where you find me.
The back of the club, knockin' [Db] hoes, my crew's [C] behind me.
Mad [Gm] question askin', blunt [Dm] passin', music [B] lastin'.
But [Db] I just can't [B] quit because one of these homies [C] Biggie got to [D] creep with.
[Am] Sleep with, [B] keep the F a secret.
[C] Why not?
Why blow up [Bb] my spot?
Cause we both got [Am] hot, now check it.
I got [B] more Mac than Craig and in [C] the bed.
Believe me [Dm] sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy.
No need to be [G] greedy, I got mad friends [C] with Benz's.
C-Notes, Bob [Dm] the Players, true fuckin' players.
Jump in [B] the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the [C] GS3.
I got the chronic by [D] the three.
[F] _ Throw [C] your hands in [Gm] the air if you's a true [Am] player.
_ [F] _ [Am] To the honeys gettin' [Bb] money playin' niggas like [Dm] dummies.
[Db] You [C] gotta come up in [Bb] your place, please don't shoot up the [Dm] place.
Cause I see [B] some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby.
[F] Baby.
[Am]
Straight up [B] honey, really I'm askin'.
[C] Most of these niggas think they be [Dm] Mackin', but they be [Am] actin'.
Who they attractin' with [B] that line?
What's your name?
What's [C] your sign?
As soon as he buy [Dm] that wine, I just creep up from behind.
And ask you what your [G] interests [Bb] are.
Who you [Am] be with?
Things that make you [Bb] smile.
What numbers to [B] dial?
You gon' be here for a while?
I'm gon' call my crew, you gon' call your crew.
We can rendezvous [D] at the bar [Am] around 2.
Plans [B] to leave?
Throw the keys to Little [C] C's.
Pull the truck up [Bb] front and roll up the next [Am] block.
So we can steam on the [G] way to the telly.
Gon' feel my [C] belly, a T-Bone [Bb] steak.
Cheese, eggs, and [Dm] welch's, great.
Conversate for a few, cause in a few [C] we gon' do what we came to [Bb] do.
Ain't that right, boo?
[Dm]
[B] Forget the telly, we just go to the crib.
And watch a movie in the [C] jacuzzi, [D] smoke L's while you [F] do me.
_ [B] _ [Am] Throw your hands in the [Bb] air, if you's a true [Am] player.
_ [B] _ [C] To the honeys, gettin' [Bb] money, playin' niggas like dummies.
[G] You [Db] [Am] gotta gun up in your [Gm] waist, please don't shoot up the [Dm] plus.
Cause I see some [B] ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby.
[C] [D] Baby.
[C] _
_ [B] Imagine the [C] Benzes givin' ends to my [Dm] friends.
And it feels [Am] stupendous, tremendous [G] cream.
Fuck a dollar and a [C] dream.
Still tote, [Bb] get strapped with infrared [B] beams.
Choppin' O's, [Db] smokin' line [Am] optimals.
Money, [Bb] hoes, and clothes, all a nigga knows.
A fool is [B] pleasure, whatever.
I had to find the buried treasure, so [F] grams I had to [Am] measure.
However, livin' [B] better now, coochie sweater [C] now.
Drop top [Dm] VMs, I'm the mad girl, [Am] bruh.
Honey, check [B] it.
[C] Tell your friends to [Bb] get with my friends.
We could be [F] friends.
[C] Shit, we could do this [A] every weekend.
[Bb] Aight?
[Dm]
Is that aight [F] with you?
[B] Yeah.
[C] Keep [D] [Am] bangin'.
_ [B] _ [C] Throw your hands in the [Gm] air, if you's a true [Am] player.
_ [B] _ [Am] To the honeys, gettin' [Dm] money, playin' niggas like dummies.
[D] You [Am] gotta gun up in your [Bb] waist, please don't shoot up the plus.
Cause I see some [Abm] ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby.
[D] Baby.
[Am] _
[B] Check it out, [C] now, full shit, full of that [Dm] ass.
[Am] Puff Daddy, [B] Biggie Smalls, [C] Junior Mafia, [Bb] represent me, baby.
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Dm] _