Hypnotize
Fresh Beat MCs Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Hah, sicka 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
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
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, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehehe)
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 niggas 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 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 (hah)
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 (hah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the shit
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
On the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin' bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex 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 niggas come and get me
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 (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
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
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round 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 demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit 'em wit' the force like Obe, dick 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)
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 (hip to)
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 lyrics of "Hypnotize" by Fresh Beat MCs depict the lavish lifestyle of The Notorious B.I.G, fondly known as Biggie. The opening lines are a braggadocious proclamation of Biggie’s skills as a lyricist, stating that he is “sicker than your average.” He goes on to describe his expensive tastes, including his preference for pink gators, Detroit players, and Timbs for his hooligans in Brooklyn. Biggie talks about his close relationship with Puff Daddy and the respect they command, comparing themselves to the iconic detective duo Starsky and Hutch. The chorus of the song implies the hypnotic effect Biggie has on his listeners with his flashy ways and clever wordplay.


The rest of the song builds on Biggie’s reputation, describing how he has influenced fashion choices and lifestyle decisions in New York and other cities, including Miami, D.C., and Philadelphia. Biggie boasts about his wealth and success, with lines like “condo paid for, no car payment” and “I can fill you with real millionaire sh*t.” He also includes some sexually explicit imagery, alluding to group sex and hitting a girl while she works. The song’s catchy rhythm and Biggie’s confident delivery make it a classic example of ‘90s hip-hop.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Let's get this song started!


Hah, sicka than your average
I'm better than most rappers out there


Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
I can rap effortlessly


Niggas don't think shit stink, pink gators,
People seem to think they're better than they actually are


My Detroit players
My entourage from Detroit


Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
My friends in Brooklyn wear Timberland boots


Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'night
If a girl is good in bed, Biggie will be there every night


Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
I've been cool since I was a little kid


Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
I never lose and I'll beat up anyone who tries to mess with me or my crew


Do something to us, talk go through us
People can talk all they want, but they can't hurt us


Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Girls are attracted to us and want to be with us


Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehehe)
Me and my buddy Puff Daddy!


Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
We're best friends and we stick together


Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
I'll shoot at your expensive car without a second thought


Bang every MC easily, busily
I can easily beat other rappers


Recently niggas frontin ain't sayin' nuttin' (nope) so I just
People aren't saying anything to me lately, so I just keep doing my thing


Speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
I'll say what I want to say, and I always carry my gun


Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
I wear a Jesus necklace with my crew


Packin', askin' who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
I'm carrying a gun and I'm ready to use it, don't mess with me


That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
We're all about Brooklyn and our lifestyle


Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
This song is all about me


Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
I'm so good at rapping that people can't help but listen to me


And I just love your flashy ways
I love how cool and flashy I am


Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
I'm rich and successful because I'm so cool


I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
I introduced girls to the DKNY brand


Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
People in Miami and DC like Versace clothing


All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Girls in Philly like Moschino clothing


Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (hah!)
Girls with good bodies love Coogi clothing


Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the shit
Who's really the best out there?


Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
Other rappers are trying to copy me, but they're not as good


On the Lexus, LX, four and a half
I drive a Lexus LX 450


Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
My car windows are bulletproof, I don't need anyone's approval to do what I want


Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
I'll shoot first and ask questions later


That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
A lot of rappers pretend to be gangsters but they're not


At last, a nigga rappin' bout blunts and broads
Finally, these days all rappers seem to talk about is weed and women


Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I'm rapping about sex in expensive places


I still leave you on the pavement
I'm still better than everyone else


Condo paid for, no car payment
I have a condo and I don't have to make car payments


At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
I'm in court and I'm not worried about anything


Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
I'm so powerful that I could kidnap someone's daughter and keep her captive


Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
I'm not guilty of anything, that's how I stay rich


Richer than Richie, till you niggas come and get me
I'm richer than everyone else, but they can try to come after me if they want


I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
I can teach you how to be rich like me


Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
I love eating fancy food and my car is fast


Wreck it buy a new one
If my car gets damaged, I'll just buy a new one


Your crew run run run, your crew run run
Everyone else is running while me and my crew stay put


I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit'
Other rappers are tired of hearing about me and my expensive brands


Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
Girls think I'm smooth and cool


So get with this nigga, it's easy
It's easy to be cool and rich, just like me


Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Girls, call me later tonight


Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come over to my place and we can have sex on my expensive Persian rugs


Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' (uh) for certain,
I'll come to your workplace and attack you while you're working


Poppa freakin', not speakin'
I'm getting angry and I'm not going to say anything


Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
I'll hurt you so bad that your butt will be leaking like a demo recording


Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Girls, take off your clothes slowly for me


Hit 'em wit' the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe, Toby)
I'm going to hit you really hard, and my penis is very dark


Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
I'm all over the place and people should be grateful that they don't owe me money


Where the safe show me, homey (say what, homey)
Show me where you keep your money, my friend


Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
I'm so good at rapping that people can't help but listen to me


Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
I'm rich and successful because I'm so cool




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Deric Micheal Angelettie, Sean Combs, Christopher Wallace, Andy Armer, Ron Badazz, Ronald Anthony Lawrence

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found