Black Chukkas Remix

[Hook: Raak] I step up in this motherfucker, all black chukkas All, all black girl what, what’s really good? All black skully, y’all can’t tell me nothing No, I said y’all can’t tell me.. I step up in this motherfucker, all black chukkas All, all black girl what, what’s really good? All black skully, y’all can’t tell me nothing No, I said y’all can’t tell me.. [Verse One: Asher Roth] Fuck it, I hope you don’t go in and just lay it up You better dunk it, silver and black on my feet, I’m Jim Plunkett But really I’m Ash and I always keep it a hundred Yeah, keep it one hundred, yeah, I hope it’s sunk in Bringing you raps so you know that you better bump it Brazilian ass yeah, you know that that ladies love it Smoking on grass so I never need no luggage Yeah, no luggage, yeah, news coverage ‘cause every blue moon I do something and totally go confused, I move Who is bugging? Looney Tunes jumped in the shrooms Yeah, I think that I’mma stick to my chukkas motherfucker [Hook] [Verse Two: Gilbere Forte] I’m posting on the avenues, black chukka attitude Bad brains latitude, all black after dudes Black tee, black skully, black hoody casual Swagging on your hype fucks, laughing at you, ah-choo Sneeze stain motherfucker, fuck a last saying Same black flag, black denim with a sag Fuck frontside air, Tony Alva from the past Shout outs to Haryl Hunter ‘cause legends never die Called Asher for the hit and Bun for the spliff ‘Cause the waiter will be rolling in this bitch If you ain’t walking in your chukkas, you ain’t walking in shit If you ain’t stomping in chukkas, you was walking like a bitch [Hook] [Verse Three: Bun B] Well it’s Mister Swisher picker of a Pimp C Bigger brother, hoes got love for me Yeah, they really dig a brother, get it? Dig hoes and let me take it deeper You gonna need some Marty McFlys on you to try to keep up So turn the beat up, I’mma beat that beat up that UFC One deep, I don’t need you, just me, always gunning back, you just see You trust me, I’m too trill and only getting triller, all hits, no filler Dro spliff, cold Miller, man, it get no realer, go realer, cinema fairy type Got the diamonds and that money on me, calling it carrot cake Rolling on them you knows, I’m in that big body Benz 6 with the two O’s Yeah, I’m stunting on you hoes, kudos to my players And deuces to my foes, get that white up out your nose And that polish off your toes, this for hustlers riding Rolls They grinders on the clock, just put your black chukkas on when you out on the block [Hook]