Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hypnotize (From "Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse"), artist - Fresh Beat MCs.
Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hypnotize (From "Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse") |
Hah, sicker than your average |
Poppa twist cabbage off instinct |
Niggas don’t think shit stink |
Pink gators, my Detroit players |
Timbs to 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, talk goes through us |
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us |
Who us? |
Yeah, Poppa and Puff |
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch |
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 |
Bang every MC easily, busily |
Recently niggas frontin', ain’t sayin' nothin' |
So I just speak my piece, keep my peace |
Humans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps |
Packin', askin', «Who want it?» |
They got a nigga flauntin' |
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 |
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see? |
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) |
And I just love your flashy ways |
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid |
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY |
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace |
All Philly hoes know it was Skilo |
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi |
Now who’s the real dookie? |
Meaning, who’s really the shit? |
Let niggas rob this, Frank White bought 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 |
That’s how most of these so-called gangsters pass |
At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads |
Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars |
Still leave you on the pavement |
Condo paid for, no car payment |
At my arraignment, no point complainin' |
«Your daughter’s tied up in a Brooklyn basement» |
Face it, not guilty, that’s how I stay filthy |
Richer than Richie, so 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 |
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see? |
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) |
And I just love your flashy ways |
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid |
I can fill you with 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 with |
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 |
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' |
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' |
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo |
Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly |
Hit 'em with the force like Obi |
Dick black like Toby |
Watch me roam like a Romey |
Lucky they don’t owe me |
Where the safe? |
Show me, 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 |
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see? |
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) |
And I just love your flashy ways |
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid |
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 |
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see? |
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) |
And I just love your flashy ways |
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid |