Kanye West - Poppin' Tags (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Kanye West] And we gone stay hustling on the block until we caught And we gone stay showing off that j**elry 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 f** 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 n***a 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 sh** 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 n***a 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!" [Hook] [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 a** b**hes that want to party, just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, f** hoes, get crunk (Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherf**ing purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then ripping sh** 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 motherf**ing '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 f**ing 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 sh** I'm going to k** 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 n***as claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be k**as 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...) [Hook] - 2X