Poppin Tags by Jay-Z
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Song title Poppin Tags
Artist Jay-Z
intro/chorus repeat 2x
and we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught
and we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought
and we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags
cause we poppin tags
pimpin we be poppin tags!
verse one jay-z
we arose
lets go
"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! -cant hold it in
im surprised i got so much dough to spend
but
back when i was poorer then
you wasnt focusin
about the dough i spend
but i was holdin 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 spinnin
twinkies shinin
pinky ring
armadale
nigga stinky stink
top
down
my cash is up
gold chain
i dont give a fuck
gold brainll get you in the truck ma
thats right
you in luck ma
you see me cruisin down
better step inside
aint enough room to fit you all in the ride
first come
first served basis
you know hov be goin to nice places
thats right
and im droppin cash
leave the mall with garbage bags
gucci this
prada that
roll witcha boy youll be poppin tags
chorus
verse two twista
its a party when i go up in the sto
shoppin while im zooted off the dro
rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill
and i got em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo
bag full of clothes i remember havin rocks in the hall
on the glimmer with the glock by the ball
servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6
then its straight from the block to the mall
now whats on the wall?go ahead and treat yoself
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 sto a nigga never get enough
im a baller and if you want it come and get it now
nigga come to a race with a car you wont 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
whattup?tell you somethin bout me
my throwback game is whiffle wicked
saint patties day
green pinstripe
number 20 mark spitzn
jersey ooh-wee with the matchin nu#wear fitted
white boys say my style is bitchin
keepin coke in the kitchen
keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest
tucked underneath my michelin s
i
travellin
handlin with a forty-five cannon
its tucked in my marc buchanan
extra clips and shells in the lambskin
two deep by pelle pelle
westside how they felly fell
more gs on me
than a late 80s 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
ill 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 speakeasy
slight with the fight words
ill put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg
got a project chica
named rica
she keep a purse full of dro reefer
small
pinkies like that
talk til the paper fat
i rock somethin
roll chief +sacks+ like daddy fat!
chorus
verse four big boi
pop tires in reverse
youll be needin a nurse
leave you layin on your back in a cadillac hearse
now your momma in all black with a matchin purse
i know you wanna blow up
but a funeral hurts
whats worse
you can hit the mall and ball til you fall
have to make a collect call
but your cell cut off
trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mails run short
no more md
dd
ld
that means movie date
dinner date
lunch date
help me please
my sheets is gone
long bread to the short bread
word is bond
meticulously pimpously serve the song
act a damn donkey
like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home
drop top rag-o with the weed gone
chillin
bags in the trunk full of feo schwartz for the chilluns
spent a few shillings
sip a few chickens
lick a few kittens
just kiddin
a fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and
can you pop the tags on the honeycombs
or are you actin mad cause the money done
slowed
down
just a little bit
dipped
poked out
did some shull-bit
actin like a pitfall bull-pit
dead game is the pul-pit
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 smabbin
pop that tag on some of this game
holla-tic
swallow and keep the change
chorus