(feat. Ciara, JD)
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[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
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Uhh... (ooooooh)
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Uhh, ha ha (uh, uh, listen)
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Y'all know what this is! (let's go)
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[Nelly {J.D.}]
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We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall (mall)
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Just so we could be the first ones with 'em on {c'mon}
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Returned to school by lunchtime like, "Nigga what now?"
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And today we in the club like, "Nigga what now?"
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You better look down cause uhh, I know you see 'em {say what?}
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I know you see 'em {say what?} I know you see 'em
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I paid - a thousand for the jeans, I paid 200 for the shoes
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And uhh, fuck a shirt, I'ma rock these tattoos (and uh)
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You see my fitted mayne, I represent the crib
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Cause even at the crib, I represent the crib
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I, might pop my grill in - and I, might let my chain hang
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And I, might wrap my wrist dang {go on derrty do the damn thang}
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I get 'em free {say what} but I pay
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And if I want I rock a different year of J's e'ry day (uhh)
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A different style, different color is a must
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But uhh, it's all good until I get my first scuff and I'm like
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[Chorus: Nelly {w/ J.D. ad libs}]
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Hell naw, ain't no way (what's wrong?)
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Man he done stepped on my J's (what?)
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Stepped on my J's, he done stepped on my J's
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These just came out! He done stepped on my J's (uhh)
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Hell naw, ain't no way (what's wrong?)
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Man he done stepped on my J's (what?)
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Stepped on my J's, he done stepped on my J's
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I can't believe this shit! He done stepped on my J's
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[Jermaine Dupri]
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Uhh, I-I-I got 'em all (got 'em all) but they don't get no run
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Like them 13's, 7's, number fo' and the 1's
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I like, how they look with Dickies, how do Levi lay on 'em?
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If you ain't got 'em when you see me you definitely gon' want 'em
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If they knew I gotta get 'em first, old as a copper box
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Hook 'em with a shirt, and the matchin color socks
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I think the coldest was the black on black with leathers with the red bottom
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Or the number 9's, you shoulda seen me when I got 'em
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I was in my house (in my house) dancin in the mirror
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Straight thinkin 'bout gettin out and how I'm 'bout to kill 'em
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When you know you got a pair that ain't nobody got (body got)
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You can't hold 'em back homie, you gotta rock (you gotta rock)
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I'm a addict, a Jordan fanatic, little Morris Blackman{?}
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I know when they comin, number, color, e'rything that's happenin
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You know, a different style, a different color is a must
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But uhh, it's all good until I get my first scuff and I'm like
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[Chorus]
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[Ciara]
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I-I-I, I see you lil' daddy you look sexy with them J's on
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I pull up in the drop, and step out, with them things on
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I got me the black and pink - patent leather with the grey
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Matchin with the skinny jeans - off with the shades
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I know you see me (I know you see me) my jeans be never slippin (slippin)
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The paparazzi, I might stop and take a picture in 'em
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Yeahhhhh, we be fresh every day
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And if you lookin for me lil' daddy you can find me in the A! A! A! A!
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[Nelly {J.D.}]
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I got the red toe 1's, uhh
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{Then I bought the} 2's {and the} 3's {and the} 4's {uhh}
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I had to order these, you can't find them in the store {nope}
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Called up my stylist like, "Shorty send more"
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And if you would please send 'em to me out on tour
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{Uh-uh, uh-uh} They be here in a minute mayne
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See I got that connect where I can damn near get like anythang
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Plus all my hoes on 'em, then I'ma stroll on 'em
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I call my hook-up at the store like "Put a hold on 'em"
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Them Carolina number 9's matchin patent leather wristbands
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Patent leather number 11's, we call 'em Space Jams
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You in my space man, I'ma make you jump man
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I'll make you jump, the jump, the jump jump man
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See on my weekends, my J's play a part
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I'm rockin these to the club and these to the park
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I'm puttin these on now and these here tomorrow
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A spare off in my car, just in case I catch a scar
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[Chorus]
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Stepped On My J'z
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| Nelly |
