Hypnotize Lyrics - Singles - Earl Sinclair

Uh, uh, uh, c'mon 

[Verse One:] 

Hah, sicker 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 they head right, Biggie there every 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 (ehehehe) 

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch 

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 

(Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) 

Bang every MC easily, busily 

Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing (nope) 

So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece 

Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps 

Packing, asking who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it 

That Brooklyn bullshit, we're on it 

[Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's