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kanye west - poppin' tags lyrics
[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-ck 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 n-gg- 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 sh-t 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 n-gg- off
they’ll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my b-lls 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 -ss b-tches that want to party, just shake it, great players get pumped
me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, f-ck hoes, get crunk
(look out) put a little bit of hash and some motherf-cking purple haze
i feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the bacardi
got me up and then ripping sh-t 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-cking ‘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-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 it’s a game
and whether you in my city and i talk sh-t
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
n-gg-z claiming they wanna bring a baretta they’ll be killas
balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a h-llafied sight-scene
when the dough become no bigger, i’m gonna still drop that 2003
(throw it up if you…)
[chorus] – 2x
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