Poppin` Tags (Remix)

[Chorus: Twista]<br>And we gone stay hustling on the block until we caught<br>And we gone stay showing off that jewelry that we bought<br>And we gone stay heated in case it`s in and out of court<br>`Cause we some gangstas, I don`t know what the fuck you thought<br><br>[Verse One: Ludacris]<br>Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days<br>`Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage<br>And you could look to the left and the right, but I`m trapped on center stage<br>And I could rap to the beat, but I don`t know how to change my wage<br>I still hear a pull and I track `em, and strack `em, and whack `em<br>Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak `em, attack `em, and sack `em<br>Get a weapon and I crack his brain `cause I`m hustler, baller, pro<br>And it wouldn`t be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes<br>But I`m a pimp at night so talk shit and I`m gonna lift `em up off of their toes<br>With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki`s, and o`s<br>In the two seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of `dro<br>Smoking and choking, get `em up and croaking<br>It`s so potent, I`m hoping to keep on floating<br>Soaking wet and you can bet, people I`m high<br>I`m seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!<br>And I can`t hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good<br>I`m weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood<br>Would, could, and should break a nigga off<br>They`ll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)<br>Because the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I`m home<br>Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Two: Twista]<br>Throw it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk<br>If you on what I`m on come on and kick it, let`s ride, smoke `dro, beat the trunk<br>All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great players get pumped<br>Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get crunk<br>(Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherfucking purple haze<br>I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi<br>got me up and then ripping shit in a rage<br>In the netti confetti with a belly, gucci<br>Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the `lac truck<br>Want to get me for the wood<br>Better get the whole motherfucking `hood to come and give you some back up<br>We can get into it and if you want to do it<br>I`m leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this<br>If they ever got some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury<br>My adversaries better not want none of Twis`<br>Represent for the city, anybody that different with me<br>got into thinking its a game<br>And whether you in my city and I talk shit<br>I`m going to kill him, especially if he say my name<br>I`ve been known to handle my business<br>Or I`m gonna stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla<br>Murder haters that I`m full of<br>Niggaz claiming they wanna bring a baretta they`ll be killas<br>Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene<br>When the dough become no bigger, I`m gonna still drop that 2003<br>(Throw it up if you...)<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X