Hypnotize
Notorious B.I.G.
Hah sicker than your average Poppa twist
Carriage off instinct niggas dont 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 smoove since days of the underrules
Never lose, never choose to, bruise who crew
Do something to us, talk goes thru us girls want 2 us
Wanna do us screw us, who us? Yeah Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch stick the clutch
Yeah I squeeze thee at your cherry M-3
Bang every Mc easily(take that) easily, recently frontin
And aint sayin nuttin' so I just speak my piece, keep my peace
Cubans wit the Jesus piece, wit my peeps packin
Askin' who want it you got it, nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit...we on it
1-Biggie Biggie Biggie cant you see
That sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess thats why they broke, and your so paid
I put ho's in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
All phillie blunts, dont wit no skee-no
Every cutie wit a booty, bought up that coochie
But who's the real dukie fiendin, now who's really the shit
Shit ride thru, Frank White push the stick on the Lexus LX
Who wanna hang bulletproof tints if I want some more tits
Gone blast...squeeze first, ask questions last
Thats how most of those so called gangsters past
At last, niggas rappin about blunts and broads
Bitches and broads, menage et trois sex in expensive cars
Still leave you wanna...condo paid for, no car payment
At my arrainment, note for the plaintiff
Your daughters tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty, thats how I stay filthy richer
Than Richie so bitches come and get me
(rpt 1)
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit escargot, my cargo
160, swiftly record 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 wit this shit, its easy girlfriend heres a pen
Call me round 10 come thru, home sex on rugs thats Persian
Come up to your job, hit you while your workin for certain
Poppa freakin, not speakin be that ass leakin'
Like rapper demos then dem bitches take they clothes off
Slowly hit em wit the force like Obe dick black like crow-be
Watch me roam like romie lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe at, show me
Homey...
Source: Brian T. Percheson (brianp@yorku.ca)
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