Hypnotize lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : Hypnotize



 Send "Hypnotize" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Redman

[Redman]
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

[Luniz]
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 hits 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

Chorus:
Redman and Luniz

Sex, money, drugs,
music
Lies, these are the things that keep
niggaz...
"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"
(repeat
2X)

[Luniz]
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 niggaz 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 of 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

[Redman]
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 niggaz 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 horny
sounds will pound more heavy than
E-40

Chorus 1/2

[Redman]
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
sDial
900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
Stop
complaining, the game is for
entertainment
What is it when niggaz 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

[Luniz]
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'ma drank until
it's over

Kick this for the fake Versace
wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
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
Judy
Niggaz 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

Chorus (repeat to
fade)