Poppin' Tags (remix) Lyrics - Kanye West

[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 fuck you thought 

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[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!" 

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[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, fuck hoes, get crunk 

(Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherfucking 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 motherfucking '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 fucking 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