Bang every MC easily, busily
So I just speak my peace, keep my piece
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
And I just love your flashy ways
Condo paid for, no car payment
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian
Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps
And I just love your flashy ways
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Gon' blast squeeze first ask, questions last
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the shit?
So get with this nigga, it's easy
All Philly hoes, dough with Moschino
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
Recently niggaz frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin'
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
I still leave you on the pavement
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Wreck it buy a new one
On the Lexus, LX, four and a half
And I just love your flashy ways
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Packin', askin' who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper Demo
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Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
Hit 'em wit the force like Obie, dick black like Toby
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin'
Songwriters: Randy C Alpert, Deric Michael Angelettie, Andy W Armer, Sean J Combs, Ronald A. Lawrence, Christopher Wallace
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Where the safe? Show me, homey
Publishers: ALMO MUSIC CORP, BADAZZ MUSIC CO., BIG POPPA MUSIC, DERIC ANGELETTIE MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
Do something to us, talk go through us
And I just love your flashy ways
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there every night
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
At last, a nigga rappin' 'bout blunts and broads
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
Tits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive cars