Chorus:
I said give me two pair
'Cause I need two pair
So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
(Big boys)
Stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Verse 1:
(Nelly)
I like the all white, high top, strap with the gum bottom
There's somthin' 'bout 'em
Now, dirty, that's why I got 'em
I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em
The last person that touched 'em, I been shot 'em
(Kyjuan)
Now if you look an' see lime green Forces, it's Kiwi
You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie
You know I keeps it hip-hop
Make niggas flip-flop
Yeah, my Force Ones in tip top
?? flip-flop
(Ali)
I like the limited edition, the khaki, an' army green
Patent leather, pin stripe
You should see how I do the strings
Size twelve with the strap, red an' white wit a Cardinal cap
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I'm at
(Murphy Lee)
Don't get me wrong, man
Now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb, man
'Cause if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four ,but you got one, man
Chorus (twice)
Verse 2:
(Murphy Lee)
We up in Foot Locker
I'm lookin' like I need those
Ten an' a half
An' if you got 'em, give me two of those
I can tell she never seen Murphy Lee before
'Cause she's just standin 'there, as if I'm shootin' free throws
I said, "Excuse me miss. I only wanna buy shoes"
She said, "I love you Murph, especially in the white an' blue"
I said, "The white an' blue, sound nice, make it twice"
Then I signed an autograph, "Thanks for the advice"
(Ali)
I keep it real dirty, dirty
You know how I do
Purple an' gold with the Lakers
The Broncos the orange an' blue
I like 'em floppy wit ankle socks
Lows, mids, an' high tops
Wit the clear sole
But it's tims an' fat laces when it's cold
But when the winter go
An' the hot summer flow
Then it's back to the all-purpose wit them lil' dots in the toe
Ain't nuthin' stoppin' this dough that I'm spending fa sho'
On them Nike Air Force, N-E behind the O
(Kyjuan)
Okay Lee
I treat my shoe like my ride
Chrome on the fat laces, got that wood on the inside
Spray candy on the swoosh
Wit electric roof
Since I put a kit on the sole, I got a wider shoe
You see that low-mid Skittle purple coupe I'm drivin' in
(Kyjuan, where you getting them colors; are you dyin' 'em?)
Ten is my size in 'em, no point in tyin' 'em
Ain't no point in tryin' these on
They know I'm buyin 'em
(Nelly)
Now, don't nothin' get the hype on first site like white on whites
Them three-quarters, the lows, they all tight
The only problem they only good for one night
'Cause once you scuff 'em you fucked up your whole night
What's my basis?
The look on store owners' faces
This kid's outrageous
He buyin' 'em by the cases
'Cause once I cop 'em, I gut 'em an' switch the laces
They all purpose, ya heard me
Kinda like my Daytons
Chorus (twice)
Verse 3:
(Kyjuan)
I wore spurs at first
Now there's tape on them
Damn, when those come out?
So I write the date on them
These Louis Vuitton ones, you gotta wait on them
I had to get 'em early so I spent more cake on them
(Murphy Lee)
Look, I'm tryin' to keep it up like a one minute man
While Ali on the Kawasaki, two head bands
Jewelry and all
Fish bowlin' 'em all
Security buyin' shoes an' all
(Nelly)
Now sometime I get 'em free
An' sometime I gotta pay
Walk in the mall an' they know what I'm 'bout to say
Gimme the black and the platinum, an' leather gray
Ones in the back and the pair you got on display|
(Ali)
Now in the box is where I keep mine
You should peep mine
Maybe once or twice, but never three times
I'm just a sneaker pro
I love Pumas and shell toes
But can't nothin' compare to a fresh, crispy, white pair
Chorus (twice)