Poppin' Tags (feat. Big Boi, Killer Mike & Twista) - JAY-Z & Beanie Sigel

Yup, D-Boi, yeah Yeah, I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out 'less the ice is right) Yeah (And I ain't swervin' the ride 'less the lights is bright) Return of the Dope Boi (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) Yeah (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Yeah) (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) Huh (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) This the return of the Dope Boi Who be the freshest out the catalogue? Somethin' like the freshest of 'em all Fresher, buy them all, look now Fuck with me girl, you're guaranteed to have a ball Shorty said she with me 'Cause she love the way we carry on Carry on like my Louis Vuitton rollin' bag Put it in the overhead, then I order apple-cran Cran-apple 'cause it's too early for alcohol Still sweatin' bullets 'cause security They have them dogs (Fuckin' D-Bois) Perignon and a table full of chicken wing Icicle, let them hoes know we gettin' chains Big bank, in the Chevy paint gettin' grain Wet paint weave on her like shit stains Ain't nothin' changed but the pampers on the baby, mane Went from D-F Express to the motherfuckin' gravy train Niggas in the Points took the same What them niggas are holdin' now Join gangs, Collipark, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Yeah You see it, ho Brand new and it's still the old school I ain't playin' with none of yous Ayy, ayy, ayy Levi denim, switch up, kill 'em Louis V First class suits, I fly across the bluest seas Italian, introduce you to the bluest cheese Got a plug in Atlanta, always got them newest trees O.G. Skywalker Kush evergreen B.I.G. gon' get it in the air Just like a trampoline (Trampoline) I'm sayin', playin' with hundreds of grand Buyin' tennis shoes out Yokohama, Japan I don't want the jacket 'less it come with the pant And I ain't throwin' no money 'less you doin' the dance I say biatch, you see me whippin' in this kitchen, bitch I say biatch, I'm tryna whip another chicken, bitch I say biatch, I got no time to hear about a dirty dish Biatch, trap nigga tryna get early rich Money makin', never fakin' Serve that dope like Fasty (Fasty) Chop that work and chop that Work and put it in a baggie, ayy Up all night, a up all nighter I be cookin' crack (Crack) Tell the West Side, tell the West Side Tide and D is back No not Warren, no not Warren Red Dog gon' say hello (Hello) Back in '94, I trapped out with Shawty L-O (Ooh) The way that I be flexin', Paul Howard might indict We jump back like we cook crack for Tom Black and Terry White I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out unless the ice is right) (And I ain't swervin' the ride unless the lights is bright) The return of the Dope Boi Yeah, I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out unless the ice is right) Yeah (And I ain't swervin' the Ride unless the lights is bright) This the return of the Dope Boi Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi

Pussy nigga whaExplaint you doin' (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) The way you move your sexy groove I've got my mind all over you (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there 65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream Cruisin' down the street like two fingers Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room On the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunt on Cause she mobile than a grip Or the Blue Man Group Caught out on the Vegas Strip Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin' Give em' to my nigga Dime Legit Boss lips, legs, arms, necks Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho My brain is on one track Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at I'm a man and I demand a WO-man for that act Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant But that's just me From them female fantasies frolic freely In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) The way you move your sexy groove I've got my mind all over you (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over All men young or old in the end it's what we after Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin' What's up, what's up this me Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds I promise I got you tomorrow (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) The way you move your sexy groove I've got my mind all over you (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S A D. and an A. missin' out my Adidas PLUS, We don't need no DNA mixin' between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump the broom, BOOM (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) The way you move your sexy groove I've got my mind all over you (All day I dream about...) (All day I dream about sex) You say you were so sick of it I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there

[Chorus:] Hut one, Hut two two Ready set go Make these niggas get right Or get low Hut one, hut two two Ready set go Make these niggas get right Or get low Get low, get low or get right right Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike [Killer Mike - Verse 1:] I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit, ya style been ran thru like a freak bitch. Da pussy club got ya angered wit ya frequent. Ed hard hard ass nigga and ya sequence, might as well shop at victoria secret have em gift warp you some "I love Pink" shit. Rap due and yall niggas deliquent, ya better find anotha nigga to link wit, cause da nigga you link wit is a lie fool, I used to bully dat monkey nigga in high school. Sit at da lunch table, steal and eat his damn food. da pretty girls, dey say, Michael a damn fool. I get my work on, and get my flirt on. I say fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em. I said fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em. [Chorus] [Killer Mike - Verse 2:] Im da prada, of da age of narcotta, da kings on dope like da pill you swallow. Down by law I lead dont follow. Grind time, grand hustilin for gualla. I remain in the game to break lames off, some of dem sensitive and some too soft. Da hood been forced to fuck wit yall by default. But now da truth here da bullshit cuts off. This is real homie, no fake, no filler, 100 percent grade A killer. Somethin like da bitch that I keep in Villa Rica, but Ima be quiet cause dey might Mike Vick ya, might catch Mike wit a light Mike Vicka. Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missle. Smokin one deep cause I dont fuck wit cha, sincerely from da hustle and grind time official. [T.I.:] Lets go lets go Grand hustle Money on our mind and we aint goin down sucka. And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle, send em here got em here look at da king bankhead sucka. [Chorus] [T.I.:] Zone 1 thru zone 4, nigga zone 6 as well homeboy you know whats happenin. Yeah, yeah da niggas who been 'posed to been runnin dis shit done started runnin da shit. Patna, ya understand? Muh fucka aint nothin you gone do about it homes. Ya betta muh fuckin keep ya lunch money in ya got damn wastebasket nigga