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Uh, uh, uh, c'monHah, sicka than your average Poppa twist cabbage off instinct niggas don't think shit stink, pink gators, my Detroit playersTimbs for my hooligans in BrooklynDead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery'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 Puff (hehehe)Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutchDare 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 pieceCubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peepsPackin', askin' who want it, you got it nigga flaunt itThat Brooklyn bullshit, we on itBiggie Biggie Biggie can't you seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)SongtexteSometimes 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 shitThem niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the stickson the Lexus, LX, four and a halfBulletproof glass tints if I want some assGon' blast squeeze first ask questions lastThat's how most of these so-called gangsters passAt last, a nigga rappin' bout blunts and broadsTits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive carsI still leave you on the pavementCondo paid for, no car paymentAt my arraignment, note for the plantiffYour 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 meBiggie Biggie Biggie can't you seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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, swiftlyWreck it buy a new oneYour crew run run run, your crew run runI know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit'flows girls say he's sweet like licoriceSo get with this nigga, it's easyGirlfriend here's a pen, call me round tenCome 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 demoTell them hoe, take they clothes off slowlyHit 'em wit' the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe, Toby)Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe meWhere the safe show me, homey (say what, homey)Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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 seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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 seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Aus Songtexte Mania