J’s On My Feet

What's up Kutt baby? it's Paul Wall, You know how we do it doin in Texas ridin 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 talkin bout You know I'm comin down lookin 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? 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 fin to blind em all I'm tellin you it's nuthin, just check out my demeanor Extra crispy when I step out, I'm a walkin talkin 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 J's on my feet feet Car full of beat beat Trunk full of heat Caribou in the seat I got (x4) 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 ladys on the block threaten us all but we laughin Til somebody called the police, cuz niggas started cappin MY POSSE'S ON PROSPECT, different location Motorcadin in drops, newbies and Chevy's on the daytons sayin I come through this, whatever that you playin 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 the 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 the Al B. when somebody is watchin Til all of a sudden bells ringin, bodies are droppin You think I'm crazy, this happens in my area often for them J's on my feet feet Car full of beat beat Trunk full of heat Caribou in the seat I got(x4) Lets 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 connectin tables Bein loud and obnoxious yellin at all the waiters And the bitch I used to fuck wit, sittin right over there Now my mind's on some fuck shit, nigga cuz I'm a player Motionin and gesturin for her to meet the guest you with I guess that's when she members I'm more flyer than the rest of them We dippin in the whip now, I told the hoe to sit back She pullin on my zipper, pulled the skipper out and lick that Made a nigga zig zag, I'm losin all my bearins 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 smashin out to grab em with the J's on my feet feet Car full of beat beat Trunk full of heat Caribou in the seat I got (x4)