But uh, it’s all good until I get my first scuff and I’m like
(What?!)
These just came out! He done stepped on my J’z!
You see my fitted man, I represent the crib
I they new, I gotta get ‘em first, old, I just pop a box
You better look down ‘cause I
Stepped on my J’z! He done stepped on my J’z!
I get ‘em free, say what? But I payin’
You can find me in the A-A-A-A
I think the coldest was the black on black, 11’s with the red bottom
Straight thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ out and how I’m 'bout to kill ‘em
‘Cause even at the crib, I represent the crib
I like how they look with Dickies, how the Levi lay on ‘em
I make you jump the jump, the jump jump man
These just came out! He done stepped on my J’z!
I'm rockin’ these to the club and these to the park
Man, he just stepped on my J’z!
Match ‘em with the skinny jeans, it's off with the shades
Yeah, we be fresh every day
Stepped on my J’z! He done stepped on my J’z!
I know you see ‘em, say what?
But uh, it’s all good until I get my first scuff
And if you would please send ‘em to me out on tour”
Might pop my grill in, might let my chain hang
Just so we could be the first ones with ‘em on
I got the Retro 1’s then I bought the 2's, and the 3's and the 4's
I know when they come in number, color
I call my hookup at the store like, “Put a hold on ‘em”
I can’t believe this shit! He done stepped on my J’z!
E'erything is happenin', you know?
Hell naw, ain’t no way!
I can’t believe this shit! He done stepped on my J’z!
Hell naw, ain’t no way!
Man, he just stepped on my J’z!
My jeans be never slippin’, never slippin’
We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall
Man, he just stepped on my J’z!
(What’s wrong?!)
Stepped on my J’z! He done stepped on my J’z!
Man, he just stepped on my J’z!
I can’t believe this shit! He done stepped on my J’z!
Like them 13’s, 7’s, No. 4 and the 1’s
(Down dirty, do the damn thing)
And if you lookin’ for me little daddy
Them Carolina No. 9’s matchin’ patent leather wristbands
But today we in the club, like nigga, "What now?"
I got me the black and tan, patent leather with the gray
Hook ‘em wit a shirt and the matchin' color socks
Well paparazzi, I might stop and take a picture in ‘em
Hell naw, ain’t no way!
Man, he just stepped on my J’z!
Man, he just stepped on my J’z!
I know you see me, I know you see me
I square off in my guard just in case I catch a scar
I pull up in the drop, I step out with them things on
(What?!)
(What’s wrong?!)
(What’s wrong?!)
If I want I rock a different year o’ J’z e’ery day
Or the No. 9’s, you shoulda seen me when I got ‘em
I know you see ‘em, say what? I know you see ‘em
And uh, fuck a shirt I’ma rock these tattoos
(What’s wrong?!)
See I got that connect where I can damn near get like anything
See on my weekends, J’z play a part
(What?!)
Called up my stylist like, “Shawty, send more
(What?!)
I-I-I-I see you little daddy, you look sexy with them J’z on
First I pose on ‘em then I’ma stroll on ‘em
And I’m like
A different style, a different color is a must
I had to order these you can’t find ‘em in the stores, nope
You in my space man, I’ma make you jump man
When you know you got a pet that ain’t nobody got
Hell naw, ain’t no way!
Patent leather No. 11’s, we call ‘em Space Jams
Hell naw, ain’t no way!
(What?!)
You can’t hold 'em back, homie you’ve gotta rock
I was in my house, in my house, dancin' in the mirror
I’m puttin’ these on nine, these hit the mark
My attic, a joy fanatic, little Morris Blackman
(What?!)
A different style, different color is a must
Might wrap my wrist
Stepped on my J’z! He done stepped on my J’z!
“They be here in a minute, man”
A thousand for the jeans, two hundred for the shoes
Stepped on my J’z! He done stepped on my J’z!
These just came out! He done stepped on my J’z!
Return to school by lunch time, like nigga, "What now?"
If you ain’t got ‘em when you see me you definitely gon’ wan’ ‘em
Hell naw, ain’t no way!
Stepped on my J’z! He done stepped on my J’z!
(What’s wrong?!)
I-I-I got ‘em on but they don’t get no run
(What’s wrong?!)
