Hypnotize
by The Notorious B.I.G.

Album: Life After Death (1997)
Charted: 10 1
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  • Uh (uh), uh (uh), uh (c'mon)

    Ha, 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 (that's right)
    Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
    Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
    Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
    Do somethin' to us (come on), talk go through us (through us)
    Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
    Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehe)
    Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
    Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that)
    Bang every MC easily, busily (take that, haha)
    Recently, niggas frontin' ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
    So I just speak my piece, keep my piece (come on, now)
    Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you, God)
    Packin', askin', "Who want it?" (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 (uh)
    Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see? (Uh)
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (ha)

    I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
    Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
    All Philly hoes know it's Moschino (c'mon)
    Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (ha)
    Now who's the real dookie? Meanin', 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
    Gon' blast, squeeze first, ask questions last (haha)
    That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass (bye-bye)
    At last, a nigga rappin' bout blunts and broads
    Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
    I still leave you on the pavement
    Condo paid for (uh-huh), no car payment (uh-uh)
    At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
    Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
    Face it, not guilty (shh)
    That's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
    Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on)

    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 (hypnotize)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
    Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on)
    Wreck it, buy a new one
    Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
    I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit'
    Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice (uh-huh)
    So get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh)
    Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten (ten)
    Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
    Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' (uh)
    For certain Poppa freakin', not speakin'
    Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demos (ha)
    Tell them hoes, take they clothes off slowly (slowly)
    Hit 'em wit' the force like Obi (Obi)
    Dick black like Toby (Toby)
    Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
    Lucky they don't owe me
    Where the safe? Show me (say what?)
    Homie (homie)

    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 (hypnotize)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    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 (hypnotize)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    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 Writer/s: Andy Armer, Christopher Wallace, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Ron Badazz, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Sean Combs
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 9

  • Demo from San Anton Tx, Txstait up this is one of the realist nigga from brooklyn no doubt bout that..
    dont care no one says..
    still to this day he will the greatest..
    and i got love fo the west coast too ..
  • Tom from St Catharines, CanadaThis song was NOT produced by P. Diddy. It was produced by Derec Angelettie.
  • Nathan from From The Country Of, CanadaWallace made his songs around sampling, yet he changed so much about the song he could make it his own. Yet he never tarnished the original song, as i've listened to the many songs from which he sampled he almost makes it as good as the original.
  • Nick from Nyc, Nybiggie - greatest rapper ever... but i prefer listening to alperts "rise" to hypnotize... and isley bros. "between the sheets" as opposed to "big poppa".. u can't beat the originals! one
  • Flo from Toulouse, FranceMy girlfriend and me we love this song !!! Check Lady Saw's "No Long Talking" remix using this riddim.
  • Jason from Boulder, Co"La Di Da Di" was not, obviously, "sampled" for the chorus. The original recording was not used.
  • Paul from London, EnglandArguably Biggy's best, and a testimony to his inventiveness and ability to make any sample work for him. The chorus is a direct steal from Slick Rick but it sounds like his own work.
  • Breige from Co.clare, Irelandit's in 10 Things I Hate ABout You at the house party when Kat starts to dance on the table
  • Matt from Millbrae, CaThis is one of the best rap songs. I always said that rap died when Biggie died. That doesn't mean he was the only good rapper, but by that time, he was gone, Tupac was gone, Dre had already released The Chronic, and rap was beginning to descend into what it is today...absolute garbage. If you compare this song to, say, Candy Shop by 50 Cent, it is really no comparison.
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