Hypnotize – Dan Black – letras

Sicker than your average PoppaTwist cabbage off instinct, people don’t think shit stinkPink gators, my Detroit playersTimbs for my hooligans in BrooklynDead right, if the head right, Biggie there every nightPoppa been smooth since days of UnderroosNever lose, never choose to, bruise crews whoDo something to us, talk go through usGirls walk to us, wanna do us, screw usWho us? Yeah, Poppa and PuffClose like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutchDare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3Bang every MC easily, busilyRecently people frontin’ ain’t sayin’ nothingAll askin’ who want it, you got it baby flaunt itThat Brooklyn bullshit, we on itBiggie, Biggie can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysI guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paidBiggie, Biggie can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meI put hoes in NY into DKNYMiami, D.C. prefer VersaceAll Philly hoes, dough and MoschinoEvery cutie with a booty bought a CoogiNow who’s the real dookie, meaning who’s really the shit?The people ride dicks, Frank White push the sticksOn the Lexus, LX, four and a halfBulletproof glass tints if you want some assGon’ blast squeeze first ask, questions lastThat’s how most of these so-called gansters passAt last, someone rappin’ ’bout blunts and broadsTits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive carsStill leave you on the pavementCondo paid for, no car paymentAt my arrangement, note for the plaintiffYour daughter’s tied up in a Brooklyn basementBiggie, Biggie can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysI guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paidBiggie, Biggie can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meI can fill you with real millionaire shitEscargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftlyWreck it buy a new oneYour crew run run run, your crew run runI know you sick of this name brand someone withFlows gonna say he’s sweet like licoriceSo get with this brother, it’s easyGirlfriend here’s a pen, call me round tenCome through, have sex on rugs that’s PersianCome up to your job, hit you while your workin’For certain, Poppa freakin’, not speakin’Leave that ass leakingBiggie, Biggie can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysI guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paidBiggie, Biggie can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meBiggie, biggie, biggie, can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meBiggie, biggie, biggie, can’t you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meBy: Sr. Luck ^^