Verse 1 (Male Artist, Story Style) Back in the ‘90s, when the playground was wild, A game hit the block, had every kid riled. Pogs came in hot, from a milk cap start, Hawaiian roots, now it’s rippin’ hearts apart. We’re rockin’ baggy jeans, Cross Colours, and chains, Boomboxes blastin’, Wu-Tang in our veins. Chupa Chups slammers, metal, heavy as fuck, Smashin’ 8-balls, skulls, got Pog Man for luck. Teachers call it gamblin’, tryna shut this shit down, But we’re flippin’ for keeps, runnin’ this playground town. Chorus (Female Artist) Pog life, stack ‘em high, we don’t play for fun, Old school beats bangin’, yo, this game’s number one. From the playground to the world, we don’t ever stop, Slammers hit hard, pogs fly to the top. Verse 2 (Male Artist) Yo, I’m posted in the circle, Chupa Chups in my grip, Dragon pogs, cartoon stacks, yeah, I’m ready to rip. Got a skull design gleamin’, worth a whole damn set, Kids bettin’ their best, man, I’m collectin’ that debt. Boombox roarin’, N.W.A. on blast, ‘90s gear so fresh, Karl Kani’s my mask. Fuck the principal’s ban, we’re playin’ for keeps, Teachers call it trouble, but we’re kings of these streets. 8-ball in my sights, Pog Man’s my ace, Smashin’ stacks so hard, put you clowns in your place. Chorus (Female Artist) Pog life, stack ‘em high, we don’t play for fun, Old school beats bangin’, yo, this game’s number one. From the playground to the world, we don’t ever stop, Slammers hit hard, pogs fly to the top. Bridge (Male Artist) Sax wails loud, vinyl scratch, basslines smack, Boombox shakes the ground, ain’t no holdin’ us back. Crowd’s hyped up, roarin’ for the championship crown, World Pog stage, yeah, I’m takin’ it down. Cartoons, dragons, skulls, my collection’s a threat, Your weak-ass stack? Man, I ain’t even sweat. Schools tryna kill the game, say we’re breakin’ the law, But we’re flippin’ these pogs, givin’ no fucks at all. Chorus (Female Artist) Pog life, stack ‘em high, we don’t play for fun, Old school beats bangin’, yo, this game’s number one. From the playground to the world, we don’t ever stop, Slammers hit hard, pogs fly to the top. Outro (Male Artist) Yo, I’m walkin’ out stacked, Chupa Chups in my fist, Pog game’s my empire, haters cease to exist. Boombox still screamin’, sax keeps the vibe alive, Fuck the bans, I’m the champ of this pog life drive.
