Hypnotize
Biggie Smalls (Notorious B.I.G) Lyrics

Ha, sicker than your average
I'm exceptional - better than most

Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
I'm a natural - I don't even need to think about my flow

Niggas don't think shit stink
Other rappers think they're amazing, but really they're not

Pink gators, my Detroit players
I've got style and class, and I roll with the best

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right)
I represent Brooklyn and its rough, tough, street-smart culture

Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
If the woman's good enough in bed, I'll be there every night

Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
I've always been smooth - even when I was a kid

Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' to us (come on), talk go through us (through us)
I never lose or back down from a fight. Other rappers aren't even worth my time or effort

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Ladies are attracted to us and want to sleep with us - Consensual sexual relations have taken place before, during, and after the song was recorded

Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehe)
I roll with Puff Daddy (now known as Diddy) - we're unstoppable together

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
We're a team - just like Starsky and Hutch, we have each other's backs

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that)
I'm dangerous - don't mess with me. I'll shoot at you and your fancy car

Bang every MC easily, busily (take that, haha)
I'm so good I can easily destroy other rappers with my rhymes

Recently, niggas frontin' ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
Other rappers are pretending to be tough, but they're not actually doing anything

So I just speak my piece, keep my piece (come on, now)
I'm not going to waste my time with fake, wannabe rappers. I'll just do my thing and keep my weapons (guns)

Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you, God)
I wear a gold necklace with a Jesus pendant and hang out with my friends. I'm blessed to have all of this

Packin', askin', "Who want it?" (who want it?) You got it, nigga, flaunt it
I've got guns and I'm ready to use them if necessary. If you've got it, show it off

That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
We love Brooklyn and everything it stands for - the tough, gritty, street-smart mentality

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
I'm Biggie Smalls, one of the greatest rappers of all time, but some people don't recognize my greatness

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
Your rhymes are so good that they put me into a trance

And I just love your flashy ways
I love your style and your confidence

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
That's why other rappers are broke and I'm rich - I know what I'm doing

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
I'm fashionable - I know all the best brands and styles, and I put women in New York onto them

Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
Other cities might like different brands, but in Miami and D.C. Versace is the way to go

All Philly hoes know it's Moschino (c'mon)
In Philadelphia, the fashionable ladies wear Moschino

Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (ha)
All the attractive ladies with curvy figures wear Coogi brand clothes

Now who's the real dookie? Meanin', who's really the shit?
Who's really the best rapper? Me, of course

Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six
Other rappers suck up to record executives, but I'm a boss (Frank White) with my own luxury car (a BMW 6 Series)

Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half, Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass
I also own a fancy Lexus LX SUV with bulletproof windows and power tinting, so I can get up to whatever I want

Gon' blast, squeeze first, ask questions last (haha)
I'm not afraid to use my guns - in fact, I prefer it

That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass (bye-bye)
Most of these wannabe gangsters get killed because they're not really tough

At last, a nigga rappin' bout blunts and broads
Finally, someone is rapping about cigarettes and women

Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I love to have sex with multiple women at once, especially in fancy cars

I still leave you on the pavement
Even if we fight, I'll still come out on top and leave you lying on the ground

Condo paid for (uh-huh), no car payment (uh-uh)
I don't have to worry about paying rent or car loans - I'm rich

At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
Even if I get arrested, I always have a way out

Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
If someone owes me money, I'm not afraid to kidnap their family members and hold them for ransom

Face it, not guilty (shh)
I'm caught, but I know I didn't do it - so I won't be charged

That's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
That's how I stay rich - by not getting convicted of anything

Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on)
I'm richer than even Richie Rich, but I know people are out to get me - so I'm always careful

I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
I know all about the lifestyles of the rich and famous, and I can teach you

Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on)
I eat fancy food (snails) and drive my car really fast (160 mph)

Wreck it, buy a new one
If I crash my car, I'll just buy a new one - no big deal

Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
Your friends and followers are scared of me, so they run away

I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit'
You're probably tired of hearing me rap about all of my expensive clothes and cars

Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice (uh-huh)
My rhymes and my style are so good that women love me - they say I'm sweet like candy

So get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh)
It's easy to like me and what I do - just listen to my music

Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten (ten)
I'm so popular with women that I don't even need to ask them for their numbers - I just give them mine

Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
We'll have sex on expensive, high-quality Persian rugs - that's how fancy we are

Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' (uh)
I'm not afraid to come to your job and attack you while you're working

For certain Poppa freakin', not speakin', Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demos (ha)
I'm definitely going to attack you and make you bleed. Just like my rhymes are better than other rappers', my attacks are more effective too

Tell them hoes, take they clothes off slowly (slowly)
I'm in charge here - the women need to listen to me and undress slowly

Hit 'em wit' the force like Obi (Obi)
I'm as powerful as Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars

Dick black like Toby (Toby)
My penis is black, just like the character Toby from the TV show Roots

Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
I'm a wanderer, just like Romey from the movie After Hours

Lucky they don't owe me
You're lucky that you don't owe me money or anything else - because then I'd really come after you

Where the safe? Show me (say what?) Homie (homie)
Where do you keep your money and valuables? You better show me. Because that's what homies do for each other