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)