Poppin' Tags Lyrics - Big Boi

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

We arose, let's go 

So fresh so clean like 'Kast 

Jay-Z be poppin' tags 

Leavin' the mall with heavy bags 

You know the boy got a love for the cash 

Aw fuck, there he go again 

Talkin' bout hoes and dough again 

Yup! Can't hold it in 

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I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend 

But, back when I was poorer then 

You wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend 

But I was holdin' in, I was a roller then 

I was a baller back then, all of that man 

Fall back, I fought that 

What would you do if you was in my shoes? 

Leave dudes in the rearview 

V-12 engine, corners spinnin' 

Twinkies shinin', pinky ring 

Armadale, nigga stinky stink 

Top, down, my cash is up 

Gold chain, I don't give a fuck 

Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma 

That's right, you in luck ma 

You see me cruisin' down, better step inside 

Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride 

First come, first served basis 

You know hoe be goin' to nice places 

That's right, and I'm droppin' cash 

Leave the mall with garbage bags 

Gucci this, Prada that 

Roll wit your boy you'll be poppin tags 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

It's a party when I go up in the sto' 

Shoppin' while I'm zooted off the dro' 

Rollin' like a nigga that just came up on a mill 

And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor 

Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall 

On the glimmer with the glock by the ball 

Servin' up a jab and workin' security 6 to 6 

Then it's straight from the block to the mall 

Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yourself 

When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag 

Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off 

To the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag 

I got a console full of ammunition and funds 

Mink roc a wear and some guns 

Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson 

And air maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none 

When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough 

I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now 

Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up 

And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now 

I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye 

Chop a little cheddar up with Jay 

Chop it up with the O to the kizay 

Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get busy 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me 

My throwback game is whiffle wicked 

Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n 

Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted 

White boys say my style is bitchin' 

Keepin' coke in the kitchen 

Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest 

Tucked underneath my Mitchell and Ness 

I, travelin', handlin' with a forty-five cannon 

It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan 

Extra clips and shells in the lambskin 

Two deep by Pelle Pelle 

Westside how they felly fell 

More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather 

Worn by the great Rakim himself 

Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand 

I leave your blood squirting 

No offense, I'll put your face on the chest 

Of a sweatshirt drawn by shirt kings 

I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket 

Since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets 

I slept with a package, under mattress 

I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words 

I'll put somethin' hot through your motherfuckin' iceberg 

Got a project chica, named Rica 

She keep a purse full of dro' reefer 

Small, pinkies like that 

Talk 'til the paper fat 

I rock somethin', roll chief sacks like daddy fat 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelery that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, trippin' we be poppin' tags 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelery that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, trippin' we be poppin' tags 

Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse 

Leave you layin' on your back in a Cadillac hearse 

Now your momma in all black with a matchin' purse 

I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts 

What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall 

Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off 

Trot to the mailbox thinkin' a check but the mail's run short 

No more MD, DD, LD 

That means movie date, dinner date 

Lunch date, help me please 

My sheets is gone 

Long bread to the short bread, word is bond 

Meticulously pimpously serve the song 

Act a damn donkey 

Like the pilgrims when they popped 

A tag on the Indians home 

Drop top rag o with the weed gone 

Chillin', bags in the trunk full of FAO Schwartz for the chill'uns 

Spent a few shillings 

Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin' 

A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and 

Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs 

Or are you actin' mad cause the money done 

Slowed, down, just a little bit dipped, poked out, did some shull bit 

Actin' like a pitfall bull pit, dead game is the pulpit 

Leave a motherfucker with his John Doe toe tag clipped 

Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin' a miracle happenin' 

Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' and smabbin' 

Pop that tag on some of this game 

Hollatic, swallow and keep the change 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags 

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught 

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought 

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags