Luniz

Luniz - Hypnotize lyrics

(feat. 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"

[x2]

[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]

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