J's On My Feet

[Intro: Paul Wall] What's up Kutt baby? It's Paul Wall You know how we do it down in Texas riding on the 84's Why don't you let them boys know how you do it down there in Kansas City Know what I'm talking bout? [Verse 1] You know I'm coming down looking draped up and dripped out 200 for the Gucci jeans iced up and chipped out 150 for the tennis shoes I lace up and dip out Expensive fits to taste, let it dissolve in your bitch mouth Fresh out on 'em all, lookin like a tailor made Manikin from Harold Penn's at the Landing Mall My Kansas City fitted's to the side cuz I'm a dog Bandana out my pocket and I'm finna blind em all I'm tellin you it's nothing, just check out my demeanor Extra crispy when I step out, I'm a walking talking cleaners On my way up to the liquor store to purchase me a pleaser Malibu, 151, pineapple juice and case of beers The ride look like throw up, and niggas say it's sick I chuck the deuce when I roll up, and represent the click I'm gettin down how I know brah, real heavy on a bitch Me and my niggas all post up, forever on the strip with them [Hook] J's on my feet (feet) Car full of beat (beat) Trunk full of (heat) Caribou in the seat I got (x4) [Verse 2] Got a gorilla in my trunk, and he ain't very happy You don't hear him tryin to get out? That's why your windows crackin Old ladies on the block threaten us all but we laughing 'Til somebody called the police, cuz niggas started capping My posse's on Prospect, different location Motorcading in drops, newbies and Chevy's on the daytons saying I come through this, whatever that you playing man So many artists in look like American Band Stand The sun start to get low, bustas turn to flip mode Lookin out for enemies with hands on they pistols It's time to turn your shit low, and listen for the tip toes Cuz Killa City's known for makin simple threats official It's murk in the air, so we party with caution You can't be sure like Al B. when somebody is watching 'Til all of a sudden bells ringin, bodies are dropping You think I'm crazy, this happens in my area often for them [Hook] [Verse 3] Let's find a place to meet up, it used to be a Jimmy's Now when niggas drunk and hungry everybody go to Denny's By the stadium, and it don't even cost a pretty penny When you get there, it's like a party everybody in it Elbow to elbow, niggas connecting tables Bein loud and obnoxious yellin at all the waiters And the bitch I used to fuck with, sitting right over there Now my mind's on some fuck shit, nigga cuz I'm a player Motioning and gesturing for her to meet the guest you with I guess that's when she 'membered I'm more flyer than the rest of them We dipping in the whip now, I told the ho to sit back She pulling on my zipper, pulled the skipper out and licked that Made a nigga zig zag, I'm losing all my bearings Bout to bubble like I'm Aaron, got a suite up at the Clarion Damn shit is fucked up, before I beat the meat I need the Magnums Gotta have 'em so I'm smashing out to grab em with the [Hook]