Poppin’ Tags
Title | Poppin’ Tags |
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Artist | JAY-Z |
Album | The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse |
Release Date | 2002-11-12 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Jay-Z] Geah-geah-geah, geah-geah-geah Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh Bap! [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Jay-Z] And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught, ugh) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Bought) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (Bags) 'Cause we be poppin' tags (Geah) pimpin', we be poppin' tags! And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Woo) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags! We arose, let's go [Verse 1: Jay-Z] "So Fresh, So Clean" like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin' tags Leavin' the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash "Aw, fuck, there he go again Talkin' 'bout 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 holdin' then, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that, man Fall back, I bought that What would you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V12 engine, corners spinning Twinkies shinin', 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 cruisin' 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 your boy, you'll be poppin' tags You might also like[Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Jay-Z] And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught, ugh) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Bought) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (Bags) 'Cause we be poppin' tags (Geah) pimpin', we be poppin' tags! And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Woo, uh-huh) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (What else?) 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags! [Verse 2: Twista] It's a party when I go up in the store Shopping while I'm zooted off the dro Rolling like a nigga that just came up on a mil' And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor Bag full of clothes, I remember having rocks in the hall On the corner with the Glock by the balls Serving up a jab and workin' security 6 to 6 Then it's straight from the block to the mall Buy 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 up to the lot And lay the paper down to cop that Jag' I got a closet full of ammunition and funds Mink, Rocawear and some guns, Pelle and a fresh pair of Jordans Dro packs and Bo Jax and Air Maxes; throwbacks and 1's No max for none (When I go up in the store, a nigga never get enough) I'm a baller, 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 chopping up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizzay Poppin' big tags with the flow and the dough, we gets busy [Chorus: Sleepy Brown, Jay-Z, & Killer Mike] And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught, ugh) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Bought) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (Bags) 'Cause we be poppin' tags (Geah) pimpin', we be poppin' tags! And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Woo, uh-huh) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (What else?) 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags! Let me tell you something 'bout me [Verse 3: Killer Mike] My throwback game is whiffle-wicked Saint Patty's Day, green pinstripe Number 20, Mark Spitz'n' Jersey, ooh-wee, with the matching New Era fitted White boys say my style is bitchin' Keeping coke in the kitchen Keep a Glock that'll shock and bring the rest Tucked underneath my Mitchell & Ness I'm scramblin', handlin' with a .45 cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two-deep by Pelle Pelle Westside, holla, Felli Fel More G's on me than a late-eighties Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan Old man with the gun in hand, I leave your blood squirtin' 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 Jordans and Starter jackets I slept with a package, under mattress I carry guns heavy, speak easy Slight with the fighting words I'll put something hot through your motherfucking Iceberg Got a project chica named Rica She keep a purse full of dro, reefer Small baby-black gat tucked in her Baby Phat I rock some, roll chief sacks like Daddy Fat [Chorus: Sleepy Brown, Jay-Z, & Big Boi] And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught, ugh) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Bought) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (Bags) 'Cause we be poppin' tags (Geah), pimpin', we be poppin' tags! And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Woo) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (I'm poppin') 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags! [Verse 4: Big Boi] Pop tags in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse Leave you laying on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your mama in all-black with a matchin' purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall Have to make a collect call 'cause your cell cut off Trot to the mailbox 'pecting a check but the mail's run short No more MD, DD, LD That means "Movie Date," "Dinner Date," "Lunch Date," help me Please, my cheese is gone Long bread to the short bread, word is bond Meticulously pimp-ously serve the song Act a damn donkey like the pilgrims When they popped the tag on the Indians' home Drop top rag-o with the wind going Chillin', bags in the trunk full of F.A.O. Schwartz for the chil'ens Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kidding A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and Can you pop the tags on the Honeycombs? Oh now, you acting mad 'Cause the money done slowed down, just a lil bit Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit Actin' like a pitfall, bull-pit, dead game is the pulpit Leave a motherpumper with his "John Doe" toe-tag clipped Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin' A miracle happenin' Jay-Z, Killer Mike, and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' and snappin' Pop that tag on some of this game No politics, swallow and keep the change [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & Jay-Z] And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught, ugh) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Bought) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags (Bags) 'Cause we be poppin' tags (Geah), pimpin', we be poppin' tags! And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught) And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought (Woo) And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags! |