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Monday, March 16, 2015

A Literal Interpretation Of Notorious B.I.G.'s "Big Poppa"

Here's another literal interpretation of a popular hip-hop song. Two things I took away from this one. First, the lyrics of the song, even sanitized as it is here, are still rife with debauchery. And second, the "message" of mainstream hip-hop – acquiring wealth by whatever means necessary and spending it on frivolous and extravagant things – hasn't changed a whole heckuva lot in the past 20+ years. Sad! That being said, I hope this is good for a laugh or two. Enjoy!  ~  JH


"BIG POPPA" by Notorious B.I.G.

Intro:
Uh, uh, pay attention
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um
(I enjoy this, yes)
Uh, yes, 1994


Verse 1:
To all the ladies in attendance who possess style and grace
Allow me to thread these lyrical cleansing products in your shrubbery.
Who excels at music and makes passes at all the mothers?
In the back of the night club, sipping on spirits, is where I can be found.
In the back of the night club, making passes at prostitutes, my associates flanking me.
I'm asking a lot of questions, passing a marijuana joint, playing my music loudly.
But I am unable to stop.
Because Biggie desires to sneak around stealthily with one of these ladies.
Take a nap with her, keep the episode a secret – why not?
Why mess up my plans, because we both became angry?
Now, listen – I have more ability to charm the ladies than Craig Mack.
And in the bed? Believe me, Sweetie, I am capable of stopping world hunger.
There is no need to be greedy – I have angry friends who drive Mercedes Benz vehicles.
I have numerous $100 bills – we are true opponents of monogamy.
Jump in your Range Rover and drive here.
Tell your friends to jump in their Lexus GS3's.
I have massive quantities of marijuana.


Chorus:
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
Extend your hands above your head
If you truly oppose monogamy.
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
To the ladies receiving money
Deceiving African-Americans as though they were idiots.
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
If you are carrying a firearm in a waist holster
Please do not fire it at will.
Because I see some women here this evening
Who should be the mothers of my children.
Children!


Verse 2:
Truthfully, dearest – actually I'm inquiring
Most of these African-Americans think they are charming the ladies
But they are merely playing a role.
Who are they attracting with pickup lines such as:
"What is your name? What is your astrological sign?"
As soon as he purchases the wine, I simply creep up from behind
And ask you what your interests are
And whether or not you are currently in a relationship.
Things to make you smile. My phone number.
Are you planning on staying for awhile?
I will place a telephone call to my associates.
You place a telephone call to your associates.
We can all meet at the bar around 2 o'clock.
We will make plans to leave.
I will hand my keys over to my friend, Lil Cease.
He will pull the truck up front.
We will roll another marijuana joint
So that we can smoke it on the way to the hotel.
I am hungry.
I will eat a T-bone steak, cheese, eggs, and Welch's grape juice.
We will converse for several minutes prior to doing
What we came here to do. Isn't that correct, Boo?  (True.)
Forget about the hotel. Let's go to my place instead.
We can watch a movie in the jacuzzi while smoking marijuana joints
And engaging in illicit sexual activity.


Chorus:
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
Extend your hands above your head
If you truly oppose monogamy.
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
To the ladies receiving money
Deceiving African-Americans as though they were idiots.
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
If you are carrying a firearm in a waist holster
Please do not fire it at will.
Because I see some women here this evening
Who should be the mothers of my children.
Children!


Verse 3:
(How are you living, Biggie Smalls?)
In a mansion. I drive a Mercedes Benz.
Giving my friends money makes me feel terrific.
I have so much money – forget "a dollar and a dream." (What?)
I still carry firearms equipped with infrared beams.
I chop up cocaine by the ounce.
I smoke cigars filled with marijuana.
I have money, promiscuous women, and fancy clothing –
Everything an African-American is aware of.
A foolish pleasure? Whatever.
I had to find a way to make money.
So I was forced to sell drugs.
However, now my standard of living has dramatically improved
As evidenced by the Gucci sweater that I am now wearing.
Look at my convertible BMW – I am superior, Woman!
(Dearest, listen, listen!)
Encourage your friends to meet up with my friends
And we can all become mutual friends.
We can associate with each other every weekend. (That is correct.)
All right? Is that all right with you?
Yes…carry on.


Chorus:
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
Extend your hands above your head
If you truly oppose monogamy.
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
To the ladies receiving money
Deceiving African-Americans as though they were idiots.
(I enjoy it when you call me Large Father)
If you are carrying a firearm in a waist holster
Please do not fire it at will.
Because I see some women here this evening
Who should be the mothers of my children.
Children!


Outro:
Uh, pay attention.
My full repertoire
For that posterior.
Uh, Puff Daddy
Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Represent, infant, infant!
Uh!