Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Now look at me, look at everybody else in the parking lot, take a look at my shoes
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Cause I do what I do everybody else talkin' like, take a look at my shoes
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And it's amazing how real I am and how lame they are, it's the shoes on my car, or the shoes on my body?
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I'm a do what I do, whilst you take a look at my shoes
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[Verse 1:]
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Hey rich boy looky here, just got my cutty back,
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Threw some D's on that, Now I want my money back,
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They only 20 inches, and ordered 28 o' those,
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69 Blue with' new pirelli panty-hose,
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I call her crutches, my car seat,
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Ya see I wake up to a chick so it ain't hard to get up,
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And all ya haters play in tha back, so you can hate me from a distance,
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Cause I'm lookin' down on ya boy, I'm 28 inches from the ground,
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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These ain't comin' out pimpin, naw naw naw,
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You see me dirty now, haters gotta point em out,
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My sneakers stage frighten, sorry they ain't comin out,
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Them camp boys go to jail and I'm a ride em out,
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And I ain't gotta holla at unk, for them to walk it out, (walk it out)
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See I'm a real boss, say homie that's real talk,
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I make ya see my vision clear like a tear drop,
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I'm gettin' real gwap, I'm poppin' like pills pop,
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Graffiti shell tones, I'm real hip-hop,
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Now take a look at these, they ain't even been released,
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I got em 2 months before they even hit the streets,
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That's thinkin for the future, and everything exclusive,
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Ya money in the bank and still shoppin with the boosters,
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So while you lookin' stupid, I'm spittin like I'm toothless,
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Pay my respect to Eazy when I got the coupe roofless,
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These dudes think they winnin' all along they really losing,
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So St. Louis go on tell em who the truth is.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Ay yo murph man was homeschooled, clean as a cop car,
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Stay in a shop boy, and party like a rockstar!
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Monte Carlo pullin up, parkin lot eye stopper,
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Chrome all on that bitch, look at it I need an eye doctor,
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Fresh pair o' everything, smellin like dough, got the hood, paparatzi
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Dirty everybody know me, I'm a St. Louis Lunatic,
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You can call me Dirk, rim burstin with my style,
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See ya lookin like murph, but these shoes hard to fit,
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Might end up blindin ya, my best BMW sittin on onion,
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Now I bet ya never ever seen wheels shinin like these, (nooo)
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And I bet ya never seen kicks change colour like these, (nooo)
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Now when I'm rollin through my hood, girls wanna cruise,
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Dudes all wishin they could walk in my shoes,
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But I'm just doin me and so should you...
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[Chorus]
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My Shoes
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| Murphy Lee |
