Hypnotized
Tyga · Other Songs - Tyga
27th, floor all the b-tches down to f-ck
Big donkey butt, Ciroc coconut
Big gulps, drink it all like a Slurpee cup
Brain freeze, ice like a hockey puck
London town, Westwood, what the f-ck is up?
Just checked my account, another hundred thou'
N-ggas sendin' me money like I'm PayPal
Wait pal, pow pow, 40 cal
Smith N Wessun, make a wrestler whistle loud
I'm in the grocery store, can't even walk the aisles
Ya girls see me, nah, I'm takin' pictures with a smile
Sunlight reflectin' off my gold skin
Last King killing everything you dressin' in
Blacks, Mexicans say, when your shit goin drop?
I tell em, Careless World probly goin' make the world stop
Vibrate your soul, make your p-ssy pop
Presidential suite, tip the bell hop
I speak a language, your money like a C-note
Spitting my phlegm on pictures birds and eagles
I'm on a mission to Mars, Don Cheadle
I'm a legend to ya'll ordinary people
From Hollywood to Cerritos
The black beatles, and I aint even got a single
And living single
All my diamonds seem clear
Louie trunks in my living room b-tches stare
Who is this young? how'd he manage to make it here
The future is ours, robotic sports car
Paid for, therefore, beach chair just chillin'
I don't eat pork and I've never tried chillins
Its hard living in hell, why should demons avail?
Turn into a human shell
Hate you 'cause they hate themselves
Haah, blood thinner, poppin' pills to stay balanced
On or off the road, everydays a challenge
I need a studio, book me room A achalice?
I gotta go its gettin' late and I aint got my license
Cop pull me over and shit, asking why I was driving reckless
I told I'm I was a rapper, look at my watch
Sstill gave me a ticket though
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Open your mind
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Open your mind
About Hypnotized
Tyga's "Hypnotized" stands as a defining track from his 2013 *Hotel California* era, showcasing his ability to blend melodic sensibilities with hard-hitting trap rhythms. Released during a period where he was solidifying his status as a leading voice in the New York hip-hop scene, the song exemplifies the polished production style that characterized much of his discography around that time. The recording features Tyga's signature smooth delivery layered over a beat that emphasizes the rhythmic flow popular in contemporary R&B-influenced hip-hop. It reflects his focus on crafting catchy hooks and emotive verses that resonate with listeners seeking a blend of street credibility and melodic appeal. The track remains a staple in discussions about his contributions to the genre during the early 2010s, highlighting his versatility and the enduring quality of his work from that specific catalog period.