Sole Men

Lyrics

[Intro: Phife Dawg & Aretha Franklin] Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you (Daydreaming and I'm thinking about you) Ha-ha, yeah I'll leave the singing to the one and only Queen of hot-buttered soul (What should I even talk about on this?) Chi-Town, stand up The NYC, stand up (You should like a jet rocket, huh) Miami, stand up Oaktown, stand up You know what's up, listen [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] Mirror, mirror on the wall Whose shoe game is the illest of all? It was a no-brainer, five seconds it lasted Then up stood Phife who said "me, you dumb bastards" Who got the constant brand Jordan-shit? Need more kicks in the crib than J Dilla had equipment Recession or not, got the shoe game on lock Lick the bottom of my Crocs 'cause them stayin' out the box Human high like Brooks, I came to [?] tonics [Gag fitting?] gloves when he ran with the sonics [?] Californias, Adidas top tens L.A. Gear's, that's that bullshit, New Balance had to cop it Foot don't stop it, Reebok question drop it Fab Five with the Barkley, still made a profit Jordan 2-5-8-10s, what you want? The Saint John, Syracuse, Villanova dunks (Yeah) [Interlude: Phife Dawg & Aretha Franklin] Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you I, I gotta admit, man I got this shoe game on lock, for real, for real You know what I mean, I'm a New Yorker, what do you want? The fashion capital of the world I mean, yeah, me without a fly pair of kicks is like Kanye without Louis scarf You'll never go platinum, so yo Lel, come in here and show 'em how we do it Yeah! [Verse 2: Lel] Ayo, I swear I almost died when I seen them Quasimodos High top mesh with the shoe sole on the side But why they only make a couple hundred pairs? At least make another one for me, it's only fair (Hey!) Now I'm dreamin' about these kicks I never had 'Til I saw those [?], brought a twinkle to my eyes Low top, all black like Felix the Cat Them other colors got me feelin' like I'm sittin' in a candy shop (Hey!) They so sweet, make me spend my last dime on 'em I know I got a problem but yo, I had to cop 'em So I stop 'em every time I walk by like I'm Fly Guy Messed around and turned my souls into fishbowls (Hey!) With these lobsters on my feet, man, I'm feelin' gourmet I don't dip 'em in no butter though, they fine outta here Got me feelin' like a kid when I cop some new dunks I don't wanna grow up 'til my closet's filled up, yeah (Hey!) [Interlude: Phife Dawg & Aretha Franklin] That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Lel They don't understand how we do this shoe thing, you know what I mean? Yo, you remember the Jordan Ones? Not the Chicago Bull joints, but the Tar Heel joints Them Jordans right there? They bring nothin' but tears to my eyes That's how much I love 'em so much, you know what I'm sayin'? When it came to this throwback game, y'all know who had it on lock Now I'm too old to wear 'em, I frame 'em Take note [Verse 3: Phife Dawg & Aretha Franklin] I was labelled a king of the throwback, indeed I represented it [Contruction?] tens, Levi's, Kirby Puckett authentic Most thought I was investin', in Mitchell & Ness When I rock a Laker-jersey, Magic Johnson weapon (Hey!) New York fashion plate, man, five balls, different styles And when I'm on my rest I rock my brown leather chucks, fam Pack you an Adidas for a mid-[sunny?] song While I'm baffled by these dudes with fluorescent [?] on (Hey!) Wah gwan, big up the Simmons-gal, seen her My MX95 with my LRG jeans Now that I'm older, got a little wiser Rock a Yankee fitted with Brooks brother attire (Hey!) Navy suede LVs 'cause they so comfy But if I choose to save dough, rock my Super shell toes Asics, Ponies, ride life [?] Shoot hoops in my Lebrons, C. Pauler mellows on, killa! (Hey!) [Outro: Phife Dawg] Yeah, and I wanna big up my man Mark [Shin?] up at Adidas Leila, up at Adidas, I see y'all Word up, good lookin' out on the goods, for real, for real My man Big Ranch [?], brand Jordan You know the collection's crazy right about now, you know what I'm sayin' You are now listenin' to the sounds of the New Balance 574 king That will be me, no doubt Look at my man Lel Came through on the love, love, you know what I mean? Word up, so here's what I gotta do though I gotta get this Viking jumper off and rock it with some Kobes You know, the black, gold, purple joints? Ooh-whee! I gotta be the king of this, for real I know most of y'all got more sneakers than me But y'all can't rock it like we One No [?] no one [?] nowhere