Hypnotize (feat. Redman)

They go, dot, dot, dot, who is it, the prime wizard?

Erykah Badu-ism smoker, vocal chord

Woof choker, now who block is this?

We takin' over

Gimme your girl, gimme your keys to your four door Explorer

Yo, Lu-Nile, crack their composure (We decompose your crowd)

We layin' down tighter than plaques

When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps

Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy

Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies

Platinum overseas like the Fugee's, Japanese, Germany

Groupies, mooshi, mooshi

Sniffin' lines off each other's booty, love the Luniz

I went from smokin' dubs to QP's

Make hits for thugs that bankin' hoopies

And aimin' Uzi's at who dirty mackin' my loochie

Come close cock the toast and make you see ghosts like Whoopi

Have you ever seen a **** get snatched up by his drawers?

And wonder the cause, 'cause big dope had his balls

Got small methamphetamines with colors to be Crayola

Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over

No need to get juiced 'cause it's the anti-depressants

Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present

Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest

Kick your feet up, and start makin' beats on your chest and think

Sex, money, drugs, music

Lies, these are things that keep (****)

Sex, money, drugs, music

Lies, these are things that keep (****)

Ay, ay, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Saturday

Two lay your blunts, players with cream

If I dir my spirit will jump inside machines

Runnin' **** over like Christine

I mix the green with the last piece if hashish

Ass burnin' hoes in my black mink

Your baby momma lovin' my backseat

Freak Nasty got me slappin' the ass cheeks to black street

So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin' a disguise

Superman type, with Kryptonite eyes

Not knowin' I'm trippin', I walk out to my vehic'

Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit

I'm out the parkin' lot, sideways on two wheels

My vision is double, trouble to me is bein' real

Listen to my big block bill 'cause in the town that's a earful

Shares and more shares, swang if it's good

Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar

School scholars on knowledge to move dollars

I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas

For **** who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's

You're facin', the Cochise of operation

And if you ain't tastin' you should steady observations

Doctor, patient, leavin' mics with lacerations

Love to stay bent with my dawgs rollin' adjacent

And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark

You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks

I bang rawly, do you orally

My gorgeous sounds will pound more heavy than E-40

Sex, money, drugs, music

Lies, these are things that keep (****)

I'm gettin' money y'all, I'm gettin' money, ****

Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors

Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture

Dial 900-do-away-with-all-snitches

Stop complainin', the game is for entertainment

What is it when **** heads gettin' covered with blankets?

It's just a 187 on your motherfuckin' crew

I'll have your brains doin' donuts like you in a rental

Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin' sex with kinfolk

Blaze high, then smoke

Drunk a lot, stays on top, that's why we roll

Two and two, four deep makes a crew

Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennessy

Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me

Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice

Pure ass kick cures for who's actin' drastic

Drank and buddha blast, callin' shots on Motorola's

One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over

Kick this for the fake Versace wearin' fake Donna Karan Moschino

Players we know, ain't no Gambino

Peons be watchin' too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the Uzi

But clown, you more like downtown Judy

**** cam't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control

In your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime

But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin'

Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen

Sex, money, drugs, music

Lies, these are things that keep (****)

Sex, money, drugs, music

Lies, these are things that keep (****)

Sex, money, drugs, music

Lies, these are things that keep (****)