Текст песни J's On My Feet - Kutt Calhoun
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)
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