R These Your Shoes

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Adidas was a tiger that worshipped drank Stayed drunk but he moved straight pounds of dank Sweet tobacco was his cousin and his freak Han Smith Knew Adidas had clout, so they watched his grip Reebok's a ex-cop That moved to Bangkok Moved back and had a plan on how to move coke rocks Disappeared he was moving hella weight throughout the year 'Til a deal went bad He hid that ass And shot off his right ear Kenneth Cole was a baller in the Dublin Hills He loved when fine women kissed That was his main thrill He owned a club He taught Adidas how to sell bud His license plate read on the Lexus: "NoLove" Stacy Adams was the brother of Tracy Adams Who was doing time in Chino for gat n' nap(?) It was a twist Tracy used to fuck with K-Swiss He used to fuck with Kenneth Cole way back in '86 Trace fell in love Stacy said the freak was on drugs She done licked hella nuts of my tennis shoe thugs Up on his bump was a tiger named All-Star Chuck Who used to drink 7-Up And used to love when guns bust With no fear Face full of tattooed deer Reebok didn't know it, Chuck shot off his ear Now Nike was a pisces with first-of-kin Who had a wife that packed a knife name Timberland That was important They always was the first with the Jordans Clothes and cologne be the shit that they be sportin' K-Swiss was a bitch that made bread breeding pits Fine ass bitch that snorted hop and shit But Stacy stay(?) made sure that her shoes was always late Loved to fuck to Al Green and loved the wash car face(?) With Fila Now he was a tennis shoe pimp Said he played high school basketball like Shawn Kemp But was fascinated and demonstrated macking at its finest Gift of gab loved his (?) he the flyest Here's the shocker The motherfucker always act proper With at least nine freaks down in Lady's Footlocker Tick-tock (8x) [Verse 2: Shag Nasty] Now Mr. Adida just got out on a misdemeanor Got caught up on a violation cause Pro said she seen him Creepin' up out of Reebok's house The same night he got robbed And got his ass took out Now it's a fucked up thing Cause he got up with Reebok's rings He said that he won them From him in a dice game So they had to acquit him Because the bloody glove didn't fit him A chance for Nike to bounce back like a real nigga All he got to do was mention Pro He never ever file again And never make a trial again That's when the bounce backs begin Cause he swooped up little penny under him And plus his girl was Timberland She had the hook on they canes And hooked him up with the NBA Niggas Banging Association so now they straight paid But ain't that a bitch They bounced too quick And Mr. Adida and Sweet Tobacco can't be having that Shit, the next lick is to hit they shit And take they shit And leave them with they wigs split While Mr. Fila kicking back like he all legit Until somebody get took out And him and Steeltoe will be running shit Tick-tock (14x)