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 nothin'
But penetration, unless it smell like sanitation
Garbage; I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay Gucci down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls peep peep when they see me
Navajos creep me in they tepee
As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
Stop it, if you think your gonna make a profit
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 shade watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin
First I talk about how I dresses this
In diamond necklaces, stretch Lexus's
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
Now sing the break

Baby...
I got the good love, girl, ya didn't know
All I need is one more chance
(One more chance)
I can help you find yourself
I got the good love, girl, ya didn't know
You don't need nobody else
(One more chance)

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 (yeah)
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, payin' 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?

(One more chance) one more chance
I got the good love, girl, ya didn't know
Give me one more chance
(One more chance)
I got the good love, girl, ya didn't know
Biggie, give me one more chance (one more chance)

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
Cartier 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 rewind
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

Baby...
I got the good love, girl, ya didn't know
All I need is one more chance
(One more chance)
I can help you find yourself
I got the good love, girl, ya didn't know
You don't need nobody else
(One more chance)

Writer : COMBS, SEAN/WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER/SMITH, RASHAD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing