Hypnotize (2014 Remaster)

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 Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' 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 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' So I just speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps 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 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 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 still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment 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 Richer than Richie, 'til 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 broke, and you're so paid I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly 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 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 workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly Hit 'em with the force like Obi Dick black like Toby Watch me roam like Romey Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie (homie)