Notorious B.I.G. - "Hypnotize"

[Interpolating a section of the classic "La Di Da Di" and turning it on its head, "Hypnotize" might be the late Christopher Wallace's defining moment... A steady-bouncing beat (courtesy of Puff Daddy) creates the a near-perfect club track, a mid-tempo rumble of bass overlaid with a springy synth riff, Biggie's pinpoint rhythmic delivery, and a disembodied female vocal refrain. Put it on the system, and watch the dancefloor catch fire.]

Ah, sicka than your average poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie their Air Nike
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
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M3
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin', ain't sayin' nuthin'
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 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
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the shit
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks on 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 nigga 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
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 Richer than Richie
'Til you niggaz come and get me

I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
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
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian
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 hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit 'em with The Force like Obi, dick black like Toby
Watch me roam like Gobi, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe, show me, homey...