Exile - Tags lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] Beat still letter man jacket Yeah, ill flavored tags in the backpack Drinks sequence old one, scratch that But them brown J3's drop, I had that Yea, tags all over the two-tints and Melrose Verses on the soul of my shell toes, wallows Wutchu know rubbin elbows? '09, glad to see them doors to hell closed Close call, Basquiats bout smashed city hall Weaving round all them laws Wutchu know about tags? You got em all over them final sleeves Drunk chicks, signing they tits flip Putting mustaches round the models and the maggots Fat a** John got er fast just on the Jag And you know for the clouds we got tags Snap bomb wires off heaven for tags But we ain't just talkin bout graffiti '94 plates, insurance needed [Verse 2: Blu] Yea, beat still under the bridge sh** Shoppin with a dip on some chick sh** Still got the New Era still on the cap Plus the fat cap just to bust a fat a** Black white bubble of the rap jazz You know rhyme of the Ratpack Crossin out facts, we don't hold no bad flow Sick with the graph, make em throw up (tags) Quiet line dime, Montana Max Fairfax sendin' out our facts We ain't just talkin bout graffiti '94 plates, insurance needed [Verse 3: Exile] k**ers of giants, the kings of (tags) LTS, MSK's got (tags) Every time he go off air he's got (tags) Shivers every moment, pace that (tags) The mere woman got some big a** (tags) Thanks to that Basquiat ho (tags) You know what I'm sayin, its so cold Saber in the LA river go