Poppin Tags Songtext
von Twista

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

And we gon′ stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught)
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 (Yeah), nigga, 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 (G-G-G-G)
′Cause we be poppin′ tags, nigga, we be poppin' tags


Clear roads, let′s go
So Fresh, So Clean like Cass
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin′ the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
Ah, 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 po′ and then
You wasn′t focusin' about the dough I spent
But I was holdin′ in, I wasn't rollin′ in
I was a baller back then, all of that, man
Fall back, abort that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V12 engine, corners spinnin'
Twinkies shinin′, pinky ring
Armadale, nigga, slinky sing
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 serve basis
You know Hov′, he 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

And we gon′ stay hustlin′ on that block until we caught (Caught)
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 (Yeah), nigga, 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 (G-G-G-G)
′Cause we be poppin' tags, nigga, we be poppin′ tags


It's a party when I go up in the store
Shoppin' while I′m zooted off the dro
Ballin′ 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 havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the wall
Servin′ up a jabber, workin' security six-to-six
Then it's straight from the block to the mall
Now it′s on the wall, go ahead and treat yourself
When you come up off the cheddar, better pop that tag
Like when I dip off in the Prada
Then I go up to the lot and lay the payment down to cop that Jag′
I got a closet full of ammunition and funds
Mink, Rocawear and some Donns
Pelle and a fresh pair of Jordans
Drug packs and Bo Jackson Air Maxes, throw backs and ones
Don't wax with none
When I go up in the store, a nigga never get enough
I′m up on it if you want it, come and get it now
When it comes to a race, where we go, you won't catch up
And I twist it 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 Kizzay
Poppin' big tags with the flow and the dough, we gets busy

And we gon′ stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught)
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 (Yeah), nigga, 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 (G-G-G-G)
'Cause we be poppin′ tags, nigga, we be poppin' tags

Tell you somethin′ 'bout me
My throwback game is whippoorwicked
Saint Patty′s Day green pinstripe, number 20, Mark Smithson
Jersey, ooh-wee, with the matchin' New Era fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin'
Keepin′ coke in the kitchen
Keep a Glock that′ll shock and bring the rest
Tucked underneath my Mitchell & Ness
I'm tramblin′, handlin' with a.45 cannon
It′s tucked in my Marc Buchanan
Extra clips and shells in the lambskin
Two G's by Pelle Pelle, Westside, holla, "Pelle Pelle"
More G′s on me than a late '80s Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim himself
Since my dapper dan old man with the gun in hand
I'll leave your blood squirtin′
No offense, I′ll put your face on the chest
Of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt King
I been fuckin' 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 fight word
I′ll put somethin' hot to your motherfuckin′ iceberg
Got a project chica named 'Rica
She keep her purse full of dro, reefer
Small baby black gat, tucked in her baby phat
I rocks her cold cheap sack like that, in fact

And we gon′ stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught)
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 (Yeah), nigga, 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 (G-G-G-G)
'Cause we be poppin′ tags, nigga, we be poppin' tags

Pop tags in reverse, you′ll be needin' a nurse
Leave you layin′ 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, beggin' to check, but the mail′s run short
No more M-D-D-D-L-D
That means movie date, dinner date, lunch date, help me please
My cheeks is gone, long bread to the short bread, word is bond
And take a sleep, never sleep, serve the song
Act a damn donkey like the pilgrims when they
Popped the tag on the Indians' home
Drop-top ′Rago with the wings on
Chillin', bags in the trunk full of F.D.O. Schwartz for the chillins
Spend a few shillings, sip a few chickens
Lick a few kittens, just kiddin′
A fresh boat of niggas in the fridgin'
Can you pop the tags on the Honeycombs?
Oh, now you actin' mad ′cause the money done slowed down
Just a lil′ bit, hips poked out, this for sure, bitch
Actin' like a pitfall, bull pits, dead game at the pool pit
Leave a motherfucker with his John Doe toe tag clipped
Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin′
A miracle happenin', Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin′
The rhymin' is snappin′, pop that tag on some of this game
And when politics swallow it, keep the change

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught (Caught)
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 (Yeah), nigga, 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 (G-G-G-G)
′Cause we be poppin' tags, nigga, we be poppin′ tags