Jay-Z - 08 Poppin' Tags (Ft. Big Boi, Killer Mike And Twista) | Текст песни

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"Poppin' Tags"
(feat. Big Boi, Killer Mike, Twista)

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
And we gonna stay hustling on that block until we caught
And we gonna stay showing off that jewelry that we bought
And we gonna stay leaving out the stores with heavy bags
Cause we poppin tags, pimping we be poppin tags!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
We arose, let's go
"So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be popping tags
Leaving the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
Aw fuck, there he go again
Talking about hoes and dough again
Yup! — Can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was poorer then
You wasn't focusing, about the dough I spend
But I was holding 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 spinning
Twinkies shining, 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 cruising down, better step inside
Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride
First come, first served basis
You know Hov' be goin to nice places
That's right, and I'm droppin cash
Leave the mall with garbage bags
Gucci this, Prada that
Roll with you boy you'll be popping tags

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Twista]
It's a party when I go up in the store
Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro'
Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill'
and I got 'em sweeping and pickin up tags off the floor
Bag full of clothes I remember having rocks in the hall
on the glimmer with the glock by the ball
Serving up a jab and working 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 Jax
and Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none
(When I go up in the store 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 bi-zay!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]
Uh-huh, what's up? Tell you something about me..
My throwback game is whiffle wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin
Keeping coke in the kitchen
Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest
tucked underneath my Mitchell and Ness
I, travelling, handling 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 something hot through your motherfucking iceberg
Got a project chica,

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