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  • Hypnotize


The Notorious B.I.G.

Uh, c'mon

Hah, sicka than your average poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct; niggaz don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Tims for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'rynight
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to; bruise crews who
Do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, want to do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at yo' cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin', ain't sayin nuttin' (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my peace
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you, God) with my peeps
Packin', askin' who want it; you got it, nigga, flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me?
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me? (Hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

I put hos in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hos, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit' a booty bought a Coogi (ha!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the shit?
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
On the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin' 'bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shh)
Face it, not guilty; that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie till you niggaz come and get me


I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it, buy a new one
Your crew run, run, run; your crew run, run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit'
Flows; girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga; it's easy
Girlfriend, here's a pen; call me 'round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' (uh)
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo
Tell them, ho, take they clothes off slowly
Hit 'em wit' the force like Obi, dick black like Toby (Obi... Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe; lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe? Show me, homey (say what, homey)

[Chorus x 2]

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