Kanye West Poppin' Tags (Remix) (Featuring
Ludacris & Twista) 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 fuck 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
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(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, 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
Lyrics: Poppin' Tags (Remix) (Featuring Ludacris &
Twista), Kanye West [end]