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Sicker than your average PoppaTwist cabbage off instinct, people don't think shit Stink pink gators, my Detroit playersTimbs for my hooligans in BrooklynDead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air NikePoppa been smooth since days of UnderoosNever 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 Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutchDare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3Bang every MC easily, busilyRecently people frontin ain't sayin' nothingOh, asking if you want it, you got it, babyFlaunt it, that Brooklyn bullshit, we on itBiggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meLetras de cancionesI put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino Every cutie wit a booty bought a CoogiNow who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shitThem peoples 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, someone 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 plaintiffYour daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basementBiggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meI can fill ya with real millionaire shit 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 someone withFlows girls say he's sweet like licoriceSo get with this, Poppa , 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 (uhh)For certain, Poppa freakin, not speakinLeave that ass leakin'Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meBiggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meBiggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize me From Letras Mania