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Hypnotize
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The Notorious B.I.G.’s “Hypnotize” is a braggadocious rap song characterized by its catchy chorus and vivid imagery of opulence and excess. The lyrics of the song suggest that Biggie is flaunting his wealth and success, as well as his sexual prowess. The rapper also references his past struggles and rise to fame. In the first verse, Biggie asserts his status as a smooth and confident performer who never loses or chooses to bruise anyone who gets in his way. He highlights the loyalty and closeness of his relationship with Puff Daddy, likening them to the iconic duo Starsky and Hutch.


The chorus of “Hypnotize” is one of the most memorable parts of the song, with its repeated use of the phrase “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.” The chorus reinforces Biggie’s status as a powerful figure in the rap world and suggests that his success comes from a mix of his lyrical skills and his flashy lifestyle. The choruses are also punctuated with the occasional “uh-huh” or “uh” that serve to enhance the rhythm of the song.


“Hypnotize” was a commercial success, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1997 after Biggie’s untimely death. The song’s upbeat tempo and catchy chorus helped to cement Biggie’s place in popular culture, and it remains one of his most well-known and beloved tracks. The song’s prominent use of the phrase “take that” was later adopted by Puff Daddy as the name of his record label, which he launched in 1997.


Line by Line Meaning

Ha, sicker than your average Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink
I am more talented than most, able to make amazing music without even thinking about it. Other rappers think they're hot stuff but they don't realize how bad they actually are.


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
I wear fancy pink shoes, my Detroit crew is always with me, and I have tough guys in Brooklyn wearing Timberlands. When a girl gives me what I want, I stay with her all night long.


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)
I've always been cool since I was a kid. I never lose and I beat up anyone who tries to hurt me or my friends. We're so popular that girls can't resist us. Who's that? It's me and Puff.


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)
Me and my friends are like cops from Starsky and Hutch, always ready for action. I might even shoot at your nice car with three bullets. I easily defeat other rappers who are pretending to be tough. Lately, some people have been trying to act like they're better than me, but I just keep doing my thing and staying prepared for anything.


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
I wear flashy jewelry, Cuban chains with a Jesus pendant, and I'm always with my friends. I carry a gun and ask who wants to challenge me. If you have it, show it off. We represent Brooklyn and we are tough.


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?
I introduced New York women to the fashion brand DKNY. In Miami and Washington DC, Versace is more popular. In Philly, girls love Moschino. Every girl with a nice butt wears Coogi. So who's really the best?


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)
Some other rappers are followers, but I always lead. I drive either a BMW 6 series or a Lexus LX 450, and I have bulletproof windows and tinted glass. If I want to have sex in my car, I'll do it. I'm ready to shoot if I need to, and that's how most fake gangsters get killed.


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)
Finally, a rapper who talks about smoking marijuana and having sex with women. I have threesomes with girls and have sex in fancy cars. I'm so rich that I don't need to worry about car payments, and I own a condo. I'm not guilty of kidnapping anyone's child and keeping her in my Brooklyn basement, which is why I stay rich. I'm richer than Richie Rich, but you still can't catch me.


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)
I can teach you what it's like to be a real millionaire, eating fancy foods like escargot and driving really fast. If I crash my car, I'll just buy a new one. Your friends will run away when they see how cool I am. I'm so high-class that girls compare me to sweet candy. It's easy to get with me, just call me anytime after ten. We can have sex on expensive Persian rugs and even at your job while you're working. After I'm done, I leave you with a sore butt, like a rapper demo. I tell girls to take their clothes off slowly and I hit them with powerful thrusts. I'm big and black like a famous actor. I move around like an Italian in Rome. You're lucky I'm not robbing you, so where's your safe? My friend.


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)
People can't resist my music and the way I talk. I love showing off and being flashy, which is why I'm so rich and they aren't.


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)
Once again, people can't stop listening to me and they're hypnotized by my voice. They love how flashy I am, and that's why they're jealous of my success.


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)
I'm so popular that people keep asking to hear more of my music. They're hypnotized by the way I talk and they love how flashy I am. That's why they're broke and I'm rich.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Deric Micheal Angelettie, Sean Combs, Christopher Wallace, Andy Armer, Ron Badazz, Ronald Anthony Lawrence

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@ruimicas2932

Noel
Lil pump is great
Check is rhyme scheme

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The man always rhymes!Is another level , biggie , rakim , nas , big l , pun ,ll cool j , pac , Eminem , jay and many other are so WEAK COMPARED TO LIL THE FUCKING PUMP GOD!




P.S-course I am joking



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@BeamShiningDragon

Rap - 100%
Melody - 100%
Poetry - 100%
Legend - 100%

@Lfctekkerz

Flow - 1000000%

@Shotgunboy07

This is trendy even when it’s compared to these day rap, this will last as a masterpiece forever

@alexanderamazing

Video 100%
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Whips 'Stupendous'

@adrianfekete4517

Flow 200%

@MiyshoiCollins

Poetic since when.

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@Julian.Perasso

Biggie wasn't fat, he was full with flow

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yep!

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lol

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big smoke: i aint fat im big boned

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