HYPNOTIZE
Verse One:
Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist
cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit
players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right,
Biggie there Air Nike
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
(ehehehe)
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 niggaz 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
Chorus:
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)
Verse Two:
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 (haaaaah!)
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-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 niggaz come and get
me
Chorus:
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 (huh)
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 (uh)
Verse Three:
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 (uhh)
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)
Chorus:
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 (uh)
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 (uh)
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
*fades*