R These Your Shoe

Adidas was a tiger that worshipped drank
 Stayed drunk but he moved straight pounds of dank
 Sweet tobacco was his cousin and his freak Han Smith
 Knew Adidas had clout, so they watched his grip
 Reebok's a ex-cop
 That moved to Bangkok
 Moved back and had a plan on how to move coke rocks
 Disappeared he was moving hella weight throughout the year
 'Til a deal went bad
 He hid that ass
 And shot off his right ear
 Kenneth Cole was a baller in the Dublin Hills
 He loved when fine women kissed
 That was his main thrill
 He owned a club
 He taught Adidas how to sell bud
 His license plate read on the Lexus: "NoLove"
 Stacy Adams was the brother of Tracy Adams
 Who was doing time in Chino for gat n' nap(?)
 It was a twist
 Tracy used to fuck with K-Swiss
 He used to fuck with Kenneth Cole way back in '86
 Trace fell in love
 Stacy said the freak was on drugs
 She done licked hella nuts of my tennis shoe thugs
 Up on his bump was a tiger named All-Star Chuck
 Who used to drink 7-Up
 And used to love when guns bust
 With no fear
 Face full of tattooed deer
 Reebok didn't know it, Chuck shot off his ear
 Now Nike was a pisces with first-of-kin
 Who had a wife that packed a knife name Timberland
 That was important
 They always was the first with the Jordans
 Clothes and cologne be the shit that they be sportin'
 K-Swiss was a bitch that made bread breeding pits
 Fine ass bitch that snorted hop and shit
 But Stacy stay(?) made sure that her shoes was always late
 Loved to fuck to Al Green and loved the wash car face(?)
 With Fila
 Now he was a tennis shoe pimp
 Said he played high school basketball like Shawn Kemp
 But was fascinated and demonstrated macking at its finest
 Gift of gab loved his (?) he the flyest
 Here's the shocker
 The motherfucker always act proper
 With at least nine freaks down in Lady's Footlocker
 Tick-tock
 Now Mr. Adida just got out on a misdemeanor
 Got caught up on a violation cause Pro said she seen him
 Creepin' up out of Reebok's house
 The same night he got robbed
 And got his ass took out
 Now it's a fucked up thing
 Cause he got up with Reebok's rings
 He said that he won them
 From him in a dice game
 So they had to acquit him
 Because the bloody glove didn't fit him
 A chance for Nike to bounce back like a real nigga
 All he got to do was mention Pro
 He never ever file again
 And never make a trial again
 That's when the bounce backs begin
 Cause he swooped up little penny under him
 And plus his girl was Timberland
 She had the hook on they canes
 And hooked him up with the NBA
 Niggas Banging Association so now they straight paid
 But ain't that a bitch
 They bounced too quick
 And Mr. Adida and Sweet Tobacco can't be having that
 Shit, the next lick is to hit they shit
 And take they shit
 And leave them with they wigs split
 While Mr. Fila kicking back like he all legit
 Until somebody get took out
 And him and Steeltoe will be running shit
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