The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize (en) Lyrics
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Hah, sicker than your average, Poppa
twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in
Brooklyn (That's right)
Dead right, if the 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 go through
us (Come on, do it)
Girls walk to us, wanna
do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (He, he)
Close like Starsky and Hutch,
stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your
cherry M-3 (Take that, take
that, take that, ha ha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggas frontin', ain't
sayin' nothin' (Nothin')
So I just speak my piece,
keep my peace (Come on)
Cubans with the Jesus piece,
with my peeps (Thank you)
Packin', askin', "Who want it?"
You got it, nigga, 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? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just
hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy
ways (Uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke,
and you're so paid (Ha)
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (Uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
(That's right)
All Philly hoes go with
Moschino (Come on)
Every cutie with a booty
bought a Coogi
Now who's the real dookie? Meaning,
who's really the shit?
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank
White push the six
Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass, tints
if I want some ass
Gonna blast, squeeze first,
ask questions last
That's how most of these so-
called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin'
about blunts and broads
Tits and bras, ménage à trois,
sex in expensive cars
I'll still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment (Uh-uh)
At my arraignment, note
for the plaintiff
"Your daughter's tied up
in a Brooklyn basement"
Face it, not guilty, that's how
I stay filthy (Not Guilty)
Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas
come and get me (Come on)
I can fill you with real millionaire
shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty,
swiftly (Come on)
Wreck it, buy a new one
Your 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 (Uh-huh)
Girlfriend, here's a pen,
call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs
that's Persian (That's right)
Come up to your job, hit
you while you workin'
For certain, Poppa freakin',
not speakin'
Leave that ass leakin',
like rapper demo
Tell them ho take they clothes
off slowly (Slowly)
Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi)
Dick black like Toby (Toby)
Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
Lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe? Show me,
homie (Say what, homie)
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