Kanye West
Poppin Tags (Remix) dainos žodžiai
[Chorus: Twista] And we gone stay hustling on the block until we caught And we gone stay showing off that jewelry that we bought And we gone stay heated in case it's in and out of court 'Cause we some gangstas
I don't know what the f**k 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 cage And you could look to the left and the right
but I'm trapped on center stage And I could rap to the beat
but I don't know how to change my wage I still hear a pull and I track 'em
and strack 'em
and whack 'em Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em
attack 'em
and sack 'em Get a weapon and I crack his brain 'cause I'm hustler
baller
pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters
and crawlers
and hoes But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters
and ki's
and o's In the two seater
Ludacris and Twista with bags of 'dro Smoking and choking
get 'em up and croaking It's so potent
I'm hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet
people I'm high I'm seeing lions
and tigers and bears - oh my! And I can't hide it and keep it hidden
good riddance of feeling good I'm weapon-concealing
stealing my neighborhood Would
could
and should break a nigga off They'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 home Give me the microphone
and 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'm on come on and kick it
let's ride
smoke 'dro
beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party
just shake it
great players get pumped Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party
get money
f**k hoes
get crunk (Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherf**king purple haze I feel it all over my body
adrenaline with the Bacardi got me up and then ripping shit in a rage In the netti confetti with a belly
gucci Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherf**king 'hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they ever got some blood for f**king 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 and I talk shit I'm going to kill him
especially if he say my name I've been known to handle my business Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla
from K-Tilla
smoking on a fat pilla Murder haters that I'm full of Niggaz claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger
I'm gonna still drop that 2003 (Throw it up if you...)
[Chorus] - 2X
I don't know what the f**k 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 cage And you could look to the left and the right
but I'm trapped on center stage And I could rap to the beat
but I don't know how to change my wage I still hear a pull and I track 'em
and strack 'em
and whack 'em Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em
attack 'em
and sack 'em Get a weapon and I crack his brain 'cause I'm hustler
baller
pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters
and crawlers
and hoes But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters
and ki's
and o's In the two seater
Ludacris and Twista with bags of 'dro Smoking and choking
get 'em up and croaking It's so potent
I'm hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet
people I'm high I'm seeing lions
and tigers and bears - oh my! And I can't hide it and keep it hidden
good riddance of feeling good I'm weapon-concealing
stealing my neighborhood Would
could
and should break a nigga off They'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 home Give me the microphone
and 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'm on come on and kick it
let's ride
smoke 'dro
beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party
just shake it
great players get pumped Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party
get money
f**k hoes
get crunk (Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherf**king purple haze I feel it all over my body
adrenaline with the Bacardi got me up and then ripping shit in a rage In the netti confetti with a belly
gucci Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherf**king 'hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they ever got some blood for f**king 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 and I talk shit I'm going to kill him
especially if he say my name I've been known to handle my business Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla
from K-Tilla
smoking on a fat pilla Murder haters that I'm full of Niggaz claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger
I'm gonna still drop that 2003 (Throw it up if you...)
[Chorus] - 2X
