Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocais
Pamela Long
Pamela Long
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Andy Armer
Andy Armer
Composição
Randy Alpert
Randy Alpert
Composição
Ricky Walters
Ricky Walters
Composição
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Composição
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Composição
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Composição
Ronald Anthony "Amen-ra" Lawrence
Ronald Anthony "Amen-ra" Lawrence
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Produção
Lorrenn Argumedes
Lorrenn Argumedes
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Engenharia (mixagem)
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Produção
Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence
Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence
Produção
Axel Niehaus
Axel Niehaus
Engenharia (gravação)
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, come on)
[Verse 1]
Ha, sicker than your average
Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
**** 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 every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Do something 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 (Hehe)
Close like Starksy and Hutch, stick the clutch
Yeah, I squeeze three at your cherry M3
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently **** frontin' ain't sayin' nothin'
So I just speak my piece, keep my peace
Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps
Packin', askin' who want it, you got it, ****, flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
[Chorus]
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? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes, your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid (Ha)
[Verse 2]
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (Uh-huh)
Miami, DC, prefer Versace (That's right)
All Philly hoes go with Moschino
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
Now, who's the real dookie?
Meaning who's really the shit?
Them **** 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 gangsters pass
At last, a **** rappin' 'bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-trois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment (Uh-huh, 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, till you **** come and get me (Come on)
[Chorus]
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? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes, your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid (Uh)
[Verse 3]
I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill you)
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 **** with flows
Girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this ****, 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 them hoes take they clothes off slowly
Hit 'em with the force like Obi, dick black like Toby
Watch me roam like Romey, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe? Show me, homie (Say what? Homie)
[Chorus]
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? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes, your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid (Uh)
[Chorus]
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? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes, your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid (Uh)
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Randy C. Alpert, Deric Michael Angelettie, Andy W. Armer, Sean Puffy Combs, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Christopher Wallace
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