Lyrics

[Intro: Monoxide & Anybody Killa] Where you get them shelltoes, ho? Its going down, I see you out there bumpin' it! We with Monoxide, killas! Get ya hands up! [?] If that motherfucker fit, you better wear that bitch! Don't act like you don't know You know how we do it [Verse 1: Monoxide] They always call me High-On, might as well smoke Might as well spend every dime 'til I'm broke No talk when I'm high on weed 'Cause nine out of ten, I'ma just fall asleep now Don't pass me up when you roll it up I got cash, what's up, I wanna smoke somethin' I can smell it in the back of the room And everyone in the house say they smellin' it too Don't hide, provide what you came with Don't lie, [?] ain't it? I'm not brainless, you can't fool me With this stainless, I'm not just smoking by the tree, laced up, Mr. I-D-E Smoker for life is what they call me, T-W-I-Z-T-I-D But right now I'm solo so... [Chorus] If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) [Verse 2: Anybody Killa] This is for the smokers only, pass the time while bumpin' this I suggest you never follow, unless you think that that shoe fits 'Cause time moves on and steps must be taken Follow the path and start inhalin' I'm in the zone, state of mind Me and Monoxide, go 'head, press rewind Who wants to be laced up? Raisin' hell because we had enough Eastside until the day we die We them true ghetto neighbors, right? (That's right!) That's why we be always smokin', walkin' through your neighborhood (What's up, dawg?) You say "What's up, man?", we'll say "what's up?" 'Cause you know it's nothing but love, it's all good (What?) [Chorus] If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) [Verse 3: Kash Kola] Well they call me a killa, cap peela, and drug dealer Maybe it's just the flow that's startin' to kill niggas Or maybe it's the dough that's gettin' a little bigger They figure they come around and start hatin' on me and flip it It's weed I smoke, say I smoke to much You know that I smoke, so why you ain't rollin' it up? And I know you want me to be something else Shut up, I'm still gonna be me in the flesh And I told 'em before they did it, stop talking and bullshittin' Used to, eatin' the mustard and livin' the murder mitten Your intention is here, position over there Wristwear, chain, you see a little Cartier there Y'all really his bitch but I ain't wanna take it there You done done it, I done did it, I done did it right there Street nigga, to an artist, and executive chairs Still lightin' green blunts and a couple of squares, perfect! [Chorus] If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Lace me up!) If the shoe fits, then wear that bitch (Put it on and start static!)