Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

Verse One:

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think [bad word] stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, [bad word] crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, [bad word] 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, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it [bad word] flaunt it
That Brooklyn [bad word]  we on it
 [bad word]  sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"

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 (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

Verse Two:

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the [bad word] Them niggaz ride [bad word]  Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some [bad word] Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a [bad word] rappin bout blunts and broads [bad word] and bras, menage-a-tois,  in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you [bad word] and get me
 [bad word] 

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 (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Verse Three:

I can fill ya wit real millionaire [bad word] (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your [bad word] run run, your [bad word] run
I know you sick of this, name brand [bad word] wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this [bad word]  it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round [bad word] through, have  [bad word] that's Persian (that's [bad word] up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that [bad word] leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, [bad word] black like Toby (Obe... Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)
 [bad word] 

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 (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Somet