Kanye West - Poppin' Tags Lyrics
[Chorus: Twista]And we gone stay hustling on the block until we caughtAnd we gone stay showing off that jewelry that we boughtAnd we gone stay heated in case it's in and out of court'Cause we some gangstas, I don't know what the ***** you thought[Verse One: Ludacris]Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cageAnd you could look to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center stageAnd I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wageI still hear a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'emJack a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'emGet a weapon and I crack his brain 'cause I'm hustler, baller, proAnd it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoesBut I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toesWith a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o'sIn the two seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of 'droSmoking and choking, get 'em up and croakingIt's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floatingSoaking wet and you can bet, people I'm highI'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!And I can't hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling goodI'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhoodWould, could, and should break a nigga offThey'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)Because the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm homeGive me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"[Chorus][Verse Two: Twista]Throw it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunkIf you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the trunkAll the bad ass *****es that want to party, just shake it, great players get pumpedMe and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, ***** hoes, get crunk(Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some mother*****ing purple hazeI feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardigot me up and then ripping shit in a rageIn the netti confetti with a belly, gucciTimberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac truckWant to get me for the woodBetter get the whole mother*****ing 'hood to come and give you some back upWe can get into it and if you want to do itI'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at thisIf they ever got some blood for *****ing with thugs that I buryMy adversaries better not want none of Twis'Represent for the city, anybody that different with megot into thinking its a gameAnd whether you in my city and I talk shitI'm going to kill him, especially if he say my nameI've been known to handle my businessOr I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pillaMurder haters that I'm full ofNiggaz claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killasBalling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-sceneWhen the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still drop that 2003(Throw it up if you...)[Chorus] - 2X
