Bad Boy Records - Hypnotize lyrics

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Hah, sicker than your average Poppa twist cabbage off instinct n***as don't think sh** 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 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 to clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently n***as fronting ain't saying nothing So I just speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, asking who want it, you got it n***a flaunt it That Brooklyn bullsh**, we on it [Hook: Pamela Long] 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 [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace All Philly hoes, go with Moschino Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie, meaning who's really the sh** Them n***as ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof gla**, tints if I want some a** Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pa** At last, a n***a rapping 'bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, s** 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 n***as come and get me [Hook: Pamela Long] 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 [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I can fill you wit real millionaire sh** (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 n***a with Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice So get with this n***a, it's easy Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have s** on rugs that's Persian Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that a** 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!