• Title:Hypnotize
  • Artist:The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Album:The Notorious B.I.G.: Greatest Hits
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    Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
    Hah, sicka than your average
    Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
    Niggas don't think shit stink, pink gators,
    My Detroit players
    Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
    Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
    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, wanna do us, screw us
    Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehehe)
    Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
    Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
    Bang every MC easily, busily
    Recently niggas frontin ain't sayin' nuttin' (nope) so I just
    Speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
    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 (hypnotize)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)
    I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
    Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
    All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
    Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (hah!)
    Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the shit
    Them niggas 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-tois, sex in expensive cars
    I still leave you on the pavement
    Condo paid for, no car payment
    At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
    Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
    Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
    Richer than Richie, till you niggas come and get me
    Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
    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 hoe, take they clothes off slowly
    Hit 'em wit' the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe, Toby)
    Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
    Where the safe show me, homey (say what, homey)
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid