Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song J’s On My Feet , by - Kutt Calhoun. Song from the album Feature Presentation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.10.2008
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
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) |