[Hook: Big KRIT] You can’t, you can’t walk a mile, you can’t walk a mile in mine You can’t walk a mile, you can’t walk a mile in mine You can’t walk a mile, you can’t walk a mile in mine I do rap super fly all the time, check the sign Check the sign, check the sign, check the sign, check the sign Check the sign, check the sign, check the sign, check the sign You can’t, you can’t walk a mile, you can’t walk a mile in mine
[Verse 1: Bun B] Back when me and young Pimp C was out there on the grind When all that we was focused on was money on our minds We was all up in the studio, putting it down for days At the time, with them beats and rhymes, and we had on them Js Pimp said if you wanna be great affiliate with greatness Best clothes, best shoes, best music on your playlist So we bought a bunch of Polo and we jammed a bunch of ‘Pac And we put on fresh Jordan’s when we stepped out on the block I was lovin’ them 11's ‘cause they came with patent leather And if you had a candy car that shit just went together You thinking that I’m playing ‘bout being an 11 lover? Check the back of Ridin’ Dirty, I wore ‘em on the cover
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[Verse 2: Big KRIT] Out the wrap, freshly packaged, Jordan 12s, copped a taxi My shoe game be the truth, mane - if it’s dead stock, I’ve got to have it At Sneaker Pimps and Ice Kicks, I hit the stage with that Jordan braille A few months before they came out That’s just how it be, know you understand And this flight club that we be in – black and varsity red Couldn’t wait to ball on ‘em, stand tall on ‘em ‘Cause them flu games go Fed So when I hit the stage life, Yeah, them stage lights put the shine on my kicks Tuck those laces up when I stage dive, these strains got to stay crispy I’ve got 12 for all of my fits, and gold all on my wrist And rings all on my fist, like I was in championships In this game with E and this game with Play, I stay fly like every day Be it in the club, on the streets or on the stage, I still got my J's