Hypnotize

[Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: Yukmouth] 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 [Verse 3: Numskull] 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, Numskull, Yukmouth] 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" 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" [Verse 4: Yukmouth] 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 [Verse 5: Numskull] 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 [Verse 6: 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 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 [Chorus: Redman, Numskull, Yukmouth] 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" 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" [Verse 7: 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 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 [Verse 8: Numskull] 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 Hennessy 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 [Verse 9: Yukmouth] 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 [Chorus: Redman, Numskull, Yukmouth] 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" 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"