Chords for Biggie Smalls – Hypnotize ft. 2Pac & Eazy-E

_ Ricky Ricky Ricky, can't you see?
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Oh, MC Rick, my love is here
Just watch it
Grab your Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me but your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a menace
Come here, I'll hit him with a hollow
Sicker than your average, copper twist
Average on instinct, niggas don't need shit
Stink bank debtors, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, get the head right, Biggie there, A-Light
Poppa been smooth since days of under room
Never lose, never choose to
Bruise, cruise, who?
Do something to us, talk, go, who the what?
Don't talk to us, wanna do us
Screw us, screw up, yeah, poppa and poppa
Close like Swarovski and Hutch, stick, she clutch
Yeah, I squeeze free at your cherry M3
Bang every MC easily
Recently, niggas frontin', ain't stayin'
And so I just seek my peace
Keep my peace, humans with the Jesus piece
With my piece, I can ask you who want it
This 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
I guess that's why they're broken, you're so big
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, [D] can't you [E] see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
I guess that's why they're broken, you're so big
I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these [D] bitches
They [E] learn to see a nigga young, dumb, and gettin' rich
It's what the fuck you think a trick is, nigga
Niggas that's thinkin' when it's big and then get tricked out all his riches by Bitch!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the [D] game and the [E] culture
Think you wanna know some classy, let a nigga know something
It's like a motherfuckin' privilege
So don't give up, recalibrate, get up in your 7
Then switch and call ya, that's that little [D] trend, what's [E] up?
And if she agitate, nigga, hang up, word up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to phone
Let it sound, I'm [D] motherfuckin' mad [E] tonight
Stay backstage, rap against my rap, sit tight
Fuckin' punk, I hate two stitches
I'm winning against the grain and the game
Don't be fake, ass bitches God [D] damn!
We gon' kick this [C#] shit like this here
[E] Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
I guess that's why they're broken, you're so big
Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
I guess that's why they're broken, [G] you're so big
Oh yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit [G#] back and light a slip with this
And don't [E] slip on a funky dope track
Jump [D] back, [E] strapped with a fat Buddha sack
In a 7A black, don't clean
Gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve the buck, it ain't no thing I hang with
OG players don't set trips
Boy, you might get what we call a rap pack
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet when you got money to spend
I got a proper big belt and a fly big fence
I make ends, spend my dough on no flow
That's how it is and that's how it go
Act like you know when I creep real slow
Giving love to them [N] players that I know is real G _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] What more could I say?
I [D] wouldn't be [E] here today
If the old school didn't pay for weight
What more could I say?
I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pay for weight
_ Can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize
And I just love your flashy ways
This is why they're broken, you're so G
_ _ Can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize
And I just love your flashy ways
This is why they're broken, you're [N] so G _ _ _ _ _ _
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