Hypnotize Lyrics

Uh (uh), uh (uh), uh (c’mon)

Ha, sicker 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 (that’s right)
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e’ry night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Do somethin’ to us (come on), talk go through us (through us)
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that)
Bang every MC easily, busily (take that, haha)
Recently, niggas frontin’ ain’t sayin’ nothin’ (nothin’)
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece (come on, now)
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you, God)
Packin’, askin’, “Who want it?” (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 (ha)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that’s right)
All Philly hoes know it’s 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 niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six
Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass
Gon’ blast, squeeze first, ask questions last (haha)
That’s how most of these so-called gangsters pass (bye-bye)
At last, a nigga rappin’ bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for (uh-huh), no car payment (uh-uh)
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
Your daughter’s tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty (shh)
That’s how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, ’til you niggas come and get me (come on)

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 (uh)

I can fill ya wit’ real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on)
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 (uh-huh)
So get with this nigga, it’s easy (uh-huh)
Girlfriend, here’s a pen, call me ’round ten (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 demos (ha)
Tell them hoes, take they clothes off slowly (slowly)
Hit ’em wit’ the force like Obi (Obi)
Dick black like Toby (Toby)
Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
Lucky they don’t owe me
Where the safe? Show me (say what?)
Homie (homie)

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 (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 (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid (uh)