Luniz, Redman - Hypnotize lyrics

Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu-izm smoker
Vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this?
(Yo yo yo no no chill chill
Nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl, gimme your keys
To your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu-Nile, crack their composure
(We decompose your crowd) We layin
Down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like
Them two bitches from Baps

Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey
Human tornado like Rudy
Turning your bomb ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi
Sniffin lines
Off each other's booty love the Luniz


I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hit's for thugs that bankin hoopies
And aimin uzis
At who dirty mackin my loochie
Come clost cock the toast and make
You see Ghost-s like Whoopi

Have you ever seen a nigga get
Snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause
Cuz big dope had his balls
Got small methamphetimes with colors
To be Cray-ola took the drunkest O-A
And let the X take shit over
No need to get juiced
Cause it's the anti-depressant
Smile now but trip later
And put your hand out for the present
Lay down for fifteen
So your body can feel rest
Kick your feet up
And start makin beats on your chest and think

Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggas
"I was hyp no-tized!" "I'd like
To break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to
I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out"

Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur dayyyyyyah!
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggas over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the
Last piece of hashish, ass-burning
Hoes in my black mink
Your baby momma lovin my backseat
Freak nasty got me slappin the
Ass cheeks to Blackstreet

So high
I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
Not knowin I'm trippin
I walks out to my vehic'
Buckle up for safety on my way
To get some cheap shit
I'm out the parkin lot
Sideways on two wheels
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause
In the town that's a earful
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good

Now how I get dollars
I be the rap artist blue collar
School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
For niggas who rock Timbs, Gortex
Or new Walla's
You're facin, the Cochise of operation
And if you ain't tastin
You should steady observations doctor
Patient, leavin mics with laceratons
Love to stay bent with
My doggs rollin adjacent (woof)
And when they bark they turn
Your sunny days to dark
You play the back like Rosa
Parks when the arc sparks
I bang rawly, do you orally
My gawdy sounds will pound
More heavy than E-40

I'm gettin money y'all
I'm gettin money nigga
Bend your back like Long Isle
Iced Teas with five liquors
Knew about the cheddar since I
Took my child picture
Dial 900-Do-Away With-All-Snitches
Stop complaining
The game is for entertainment
What is it when niggas heads
Gettin covered with blankets?
It's just a one-eight-seven on
Your motherfuckin crew
I'll have your brains doin donuts
Like you in a rental
Flip fools with credentials
Nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
Blaze high, then smoke

Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
Two and two, four deep makes a crew
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
Hitters on the payroll
Secure because we practice
Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
Drank and buddha blast
Callin shots on Motorolas
One step shy, so I'mma drank until it's over

Kick this for the fake Versace
Wearin fake Donna Karan Moschino
Players we know, ain't no gambino
Peons be watchin too much Casino
Wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
But clown you more like Downtown Julie
Niggas can't fool me
I love the way you ball outta control
In your rhyme
Then see you in person without a dime
But, I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin
Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen