Kanye West - Poppin´ Tags [Remix] lyrics

[Chorus: Twista]
And we gone stay hustling on the block till we caught
And we gone stay showing off that jewelry that we bought
And we gone stay heated in case it is in & out of court
´Cause we some gangstas, I do not know what the f*ck you thought

[Verse One: Ludacris]
Sometimes I think that I´ve got to see a little bit of brighter days
´Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
And you could look to the left & the right, but I am trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I do not know how to change my wage
I still hear a pull & I track ´em, & strack ´em, & whack ´em
Jack a nigga for the day to days & I yak ´em, attack ´em, & sack ´em
Get a weapon & I crack his brain ´cause I am hustler, baller, pro
And it´dn´t be right for me to be around busters, & crawlers, & hoes
But I am a pimp at night so talk shit & I am going to lift em up off of their toes
With a street sweeper regulating quarters, & ki´s, & o´s
In the two seater, Ludacris & Twista with bags of ´dro
Smoking & choking, get em up & croaking
It is so potent, I am hoping to keep on floating
Soaking wet & you can bet, people I am high
I am seeing lions, & tigers & bears - oh my!
And I cannot hide it & keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good
I am weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood
Would, could, & should break a nigga off
They will see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls & (cough)
Because the vapors & I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I am home
Give me the microphone, & fools is like, "leave me alone!"

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Twista]
Throw it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you on what I am on c´mon & kick it, let´s ride, smoke ´dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that wanna party, just shake it, great players get pumped
Me & my thugs & hustlers in the party, get money, f*ck hoes, get crunk
(Look out) Put a little bit of hash & some motherf*cking purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
got me up & then ripping shit in a rage
In the netti confetti with a belly, gucci
Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the ´lac truck
Wanna get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherf*cking ´hood to come & give you some back up
We can get into it & if you wanna do it
I am leaking the fluids out of the bodies that wanna come at this
If they ever got some blood for f*cking with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want none of Twis´
Represent for the city, anybody that different with me
got into thinking its a game
And whether you in my city & I talk shit
I am gonna kill him, especially if he say my name
I have been known to handle my business
Or I am going to stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Untila, smoking on a fat pilla
Murder haters that I am full of
Niggaz claiming they want to bring a baretta they will be killas
Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I am going to still drop that 2003
(Throw it up if you...)

[Chorus] - 2X

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