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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pamela Long
Pamela Long
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Background Vocals
Doug E. Fresh
Doug E. Fresh
Sampled Artist
Herb Alpert
Herb Alpert
Sampled Artist
The Crystals
The Crystals
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Armer
Andy Armer
Songwriter
Randy Alpert
Randy Alpert
Songwriter
Ricky Walters
Ricky Walters
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer
Lorrenn Argumedes
Lorrenn Argumedes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Mixing Engineer
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Producer
Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence
Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence
Producer
Axel Niehaus
Axel Niehaus
Recording Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, uh (uh, come on) Ha, sicker than yo' average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for 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 go through us (come on, do it) Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (he, he) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at yo' cherry M-3 (take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin') So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (come on) Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you) Packin', askin', "Who want it?", You got it, nigga, flaunt it 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, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid 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 (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (ha) I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) All Philly hoes go with Moschino (come on) Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit? Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push 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 gangstas pass At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars I'll still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment (uh-uh) At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff "Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement" Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty) Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess 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 (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) I can fill you wit' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on) Wreck it, buy a new one Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit' Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice So, get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh) Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right) Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo Tell 'em "Hoe, take they clothes off slowly" (slowly) Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi) Dick black like Toby (Toby) Watch me roam like Romey (Romey) Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie (say what, homie?) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess 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 (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess 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 (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways, uh Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Writer(s): Deric Michael Angelettie, Andy W. Armer, Christopher Wallace, Randy C. Alpert, Sean J. Combs, Ronald Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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