Hypnotize

Take that, take that, take that
Uhh, uhh, uhh (c'mon)

Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink, pink gators
My Detroit players, Tim to my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they 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, talk goes through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us
Screw us, who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your Terry MCs
Bang every MC easily, greasily
Recently niggas frontin, ain't sayin nuttin
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece
Humans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
Packin, askin, "Who want it?" They got a nigga flauntin
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're broke and you're so paid

Ha, I put hoes in NY onto DKNY
Miami, D.C., prefer Versace

All Philly hoes know it was Skee-Lo

Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
Now who's a real dookie? Meanin who's really the shit?
Let niggas rock this, Frank White bought the six
Called the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tint, if I want some ass
Goin blast, we first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
At last, a nigga rappin 'bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive cars
Still leave you on the pavement

Condo paid for, no car payments

At my arraignment, no point complainin
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy
Richer than Richie, so you niggas come and get me

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're broke and you're so paid

Uhh, I can feel you with real millionaire shit
Escargot, my car go, 160
Swiftly, wreckin by your new one
The crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this name brand nigga with
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

Come up to your job, hit you while you're workin
For certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin like rapper demo'
Tell them hoes take their clothes off slowly
Hit them with the force like Obi
Dick black like Toby, watch me roam like a Romey
Lucky they don't know me, word to say show me, homey

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're broke and you're so paid