First things first  I poppa  freaks all the honies  
 Dummies  playboy bunnies  those wantin money  
 Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathan  
 but penetration  unless it smells like sanitation  
 Garbage  I turn like doorknobs  
 Heart throb  never  black and ugly as ever  
 However  I stay Coogi down to the socks  
 Rings and watch filled with rocks  
 And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi  
 Girls pee pee when they see me  
 Navajos creep me in they tee pee  
 As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet  
 Stop it - if you think they gonna make a prophet  
 Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it  
 Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it  
 in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.  
 I don't know what the hell's stoppin ya  
 I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya  
 Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin  
 First I talk about how I dresses this  
 In diamond necklasses - stretch Lexuses  
 The sex is just immaculate from the back I get  
 Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the  
 climax that your man can't make  
 Call him, tell him you'll be home real late  
 and sing the break  
  
 Chorus:  
  
 One more chance  
 Biggie give me one more chance  
  
 Verse Two:  
  
 She's sick of that song on how it's so long  
 Thought he worked his until I handled my biz  
 There I is; Major Payne like Damon Wayans  
 Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan  
 Schemin, don't leave ya girl round me  
 True player for real, ask Puff Daddy  
 You ringin bells with bags from Chanel  
 Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel  
 Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell  
 She beeped me, meet me at twelve  
 Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes?  
 While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke  
 Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke  
 Death stroke - tongue all down her throat  
 Nuttin left to do but send her home to you  
 I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Verse Three:  
  
 So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?  
 We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls  
 The envy of all women, crush linen  
 Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in em  
 The finest women I love with a passion  
 Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin  
 High fashion - flyin into all states  
 Sexin me while ya man masturbates  
 Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight  
 Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds  
 Lyrically I'm supposed to represent  
 I'm not only the client, I'm the player president  
  
 Chorus