Hypnotize Feat. Pamela Long & Diddy

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa 
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think [bad word] stink 
pink gators, my Detroit players 
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn 
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike 
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, [bad word] 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, haha!) 
Bang every MC easily, busily 
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope) 
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece 
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps 
Packin, askin who want it, you got it [bad word] flaunt it 
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it 

[Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"] 

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 (uh) 

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh) 
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) 
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) 
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah) 

[Verse Two:] 

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) 
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) 
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon) 
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!) 
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the [bad word] 
Them niggaz ride [bad word]  Frank White push the sticks 
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half 
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some [bad word] 
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last 
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass 
At last, a [bad word] rappin bout blunts and broads  [bad word] and bras, menage-a-tois,  in expensive cars 
I still leave you on the pavement 
Condo paid for, no car payment 
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff 
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh) 
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty) 
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me 

[Chorus:] 

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 (uh) 

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh) 
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) 
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) 
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) 

[Verse Three:] 

I can fill ya wit real millionaire [bad word] (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 [bad word] wit 
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice 
So get with this [bad word]  it's easy 
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten 
Come through, have  on rugs that's Persian (that's right) 
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh) 
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin 
Leave that [bad word] leakin, like rapper demo 
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly 
Hit em wit the force like Obe, [bad word] black like Toby (Obe...Toby) 
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me 
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey) 

[Chorus:] 

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 (uh) 

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh) 
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) 
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) 
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)