Earl Sinclair - Hypnotize lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, c'mon [Verse One:] 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 they head right, Biggie there every 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 (ehehehe) 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 n***as fronting ain't saying nothing (nope) So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps Packing, asking who want it, you got it n***a flaunt it That Brooklyn bullsh**, we're on it [Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's