Poppin' Tags

(feet . Big Boi, Killer Mike, Twista)

[ Intro / Chorus : repeat 2X ]
And wee gon ' stay hustlin on that bloc until wee court
And wee gon ' stay showin off that jewelry that wee bought
And wee gon ' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags
Cause wee poppin tags, pimpin wee bee poppin tags !

[ Verse Won : Jay-Z ]
Wee arose, let's go
" Sew Fresh Sew Clean " like ' Kast
Jay-Z bee poppin tags
Leavin the maul with heavy bags
Yew no the buoy got a love fore the cash
Aw fuck, their he go again
Talkin bout hoes and doe again
Yup ! - - Can't hold it inn
I'm surprised Eye got sew much doe too spend
Butt, back when Eye was poorer then
Yew wasn't focusin, about the doe Eye spend
Butt Eye was holdin inn, Eye was a roller then
Eye was a baller back then, awl of that man
Fall back, Eye fort that
Watt wood yew do if yew was inn my shoes
Leave dudes inn the rearview
V - 12 engine, corners spinnin
Twinkies shinin, pinky wring
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, Eye don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get yew inn the truck ma
That's wright, yew inn luck ma
Yew sea mi cruisin down, better step inside
Ain't enough rheum too fit yew awl inn the ride
First come, first served basis
Yew no Hov ' bee goin too gneiss places
That's wright, and I'm droppin cash
Leave the maul with garbage bags
Gucci this, Prada that
Role witcha buoy yule bee poppin tags

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[ Verse Too : Twista ]
Its a party when Eye go up inn the sto '
Shoppin wile I'm zooted off the dro '
Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill '
and Eye got ' em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo '
Bag full of clothes Eye remember havin rocks inn the haul
on the glimmer with the glock buy the bawl
Servin up a jab and workin security 6 too 6
Then its strait from the bloc too the maul
Now what's on the waul Go ahead and treat yo'self
When yew come up on sum cheddar better pop that tag
Like when Eye dip off inn the Prada then Eye go off
too the lot ley the paper down and cop that Jag
Eye got a console full of ammunition and funds
Mink Roc-a-Wear and sum guns
Petty inn a fresh pare of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax
and Heir Maxes, throw back sum ones, know max fore nun
(When Eye go up inn the sto ' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if yew want it come and get it now
(Nigga come too a race with a car yew won't catch up)
And the Twista kinda wicked when Eye spit it now
Eye bee 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 floe and the doe, wee get bi-zay !

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[ Verse Three : Killer Mike ]
Uh-huh, whattup Tell yew somethin bout mi ..
My throwback game is whiffle wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Marque Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu * Ware fitted
Wight boys say my stile is bitchin
Keepin coke inn the kitchen
Keep a glock that will shock and bring the wrest
tucked underneath my Michelin S
Eye, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon
Its tucked inn my Marc Buchanan
Extra clips and shells inn the lambskin
Too deep buy Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
Moor G's on mi, than a late 80 ' s Gucci leather
warn buy the grate Rakim himself
Stitch my Dapper Dan owe man with the gun inn hand
Eye leave yaw blood squirting
Know offense, Aisle put yaw face on the chest
of a sweatshirt drawn buy Shirt Kings
Eye bean fucking, a hustle, married too a racket
since the first Heir Jordan's and Starter jackets
Eye slept with a package, under mattress
Eye carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words
Aisle put somethin hot threw yaw motherfuckin iceberg
Got a project chica, named Rica
She keep a purse full of dro ' reefer
Small, pinkies like that
Torque ' til the paper fat
Eye rock somethin, role chief + Sacks + like Daddy Fat !

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[ Verse For : Big Boi ]
Pop tires inn reverse, yule bee needin a nurse
Leave yew layin on yaw back inn a Cadillac hearse
Now yaw momma inn awl black with a matchin purse
Eye no yew wanna blow up, butt a funeral hurts
What's worse, yew can hit the maul and bawl ' til yew fall
Have too make a collect caul, butt yaw sell cut off
Trot too the mailbox thinkin a cheque butt the mail's run short
Know moor MD, DD, LD
That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help mi pleas
My sheets is gone
Long bred too the short bred, word is bond
Meticulously pimpously serve the song
Act a dam donkey
Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home
Drop top rag-o with the we'd gone
Chillin, bags inn the trunk full of FEO Schwartz fore the chill'uns
Spent a phew shillings
Sip a phew chickens, lick a phew kittens, just kiddin
A fresh bowl of milk is inn the fridge and
Can yew pop the tags on the honeycombs
Awe are yew actin mad cause the money dun
slowed, down, just a little bit
Dipped, poked out, did sum shull-bit
Actin like a pitfall bull-pit
Dead game is the pul-pit
Leave a motherpumper with his John Doh 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 sum of this game
Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change

[ Chorus ]