Hypnotize

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

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

Sicker than your average

Poppa twist cabbage off instinct

Homies don't think shit stink

Pink gators, my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night

Poppa been smooth since days of under dues

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

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

Bang every M.C. easily

Busily, recently homies frontin', ain't sayin' nothin'

So, I just

Speak my piece, keep my piece

Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps

Packin', askin' who want it, you got it homie, 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

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

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY

Miami, D.C., prefer Versace

All Philly hoes, go with Moschino

Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi

Now who's the real dookie, meaning, who's really the shit?

Them homies ride dicks, Frank White push the six

Or the Lexus, LX, four and half

Bulletproof glass tints if I want some

I know you're sick of this

Name brand homie with

Flow, girls say he's sweet like licorice

So, get with this, bro, 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 door, hit you while you workin'

At last, a bro, rappin' 'bout blunts and broads

Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars

That's how I stay filthy

Richer than Richie, tell your homies 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 broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

Can't you see?

Can't you see?

Can't you see?

Can't you see?

Can't you see?