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letra de sole men - phife dawg

[intro: phife dawg]
hey baby i’m thinkin’ ’bout you
hey baby i’m thinkin’ ’bout you (hey baby i’m thinkin’ ’bout you)
ha-ha, yeah
i’ll leave the singing to the one and only queen of hot-b-ttered 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 b-st-rds”
who got the constant brand jordans sh-t
need more kicks in the crib than j dilla had equipment
recession or not, got the shoe game on lock
l!ck the bottom of my crocs ’cause they stayin’ out the box
human high like brooks, i came to [?] tonics
g-y [?] gloves when he ran with the sonics
[?] californias adidas top tens
la [?], that’s that bullsh-t, new balance had to cop it
foot don’t stop it, reebok question drop it
fab five with the [?], still made a profit
jordan 2-5-8-10s, what you want?
this ain’t john [?] whose villain over [?] (yeah!)

[chorus: phife dawg]
hey baby i’m thinkin’ ’bout you
hey baby i’m thinkin’ ’bout 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 [?] squad
you’ll never go platinum, so yo lel, c’mon in here and shoe ’em ow we do it
yeah!

[verse 2: lel]
ayy, yo, i swear i almost died when i seen them quasimodos
high top mesh with the shoe sole on the side
but whey they only make a couple hundred pairs?
at least make another one for me, it’s only fair
now i’m dreamin’ about these kicks i never had
till i saw those [?], brought a twinkle to my eyes
low top, all black like felix the cat
the other colors got me feelin’ like sittin’ in a candy shop
they so sweet, make me spend my last dime in ’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
with these lobsters on my feet, man, i’m feelin’ gourmet
i don’t dip ’em in no b-tter though, they fine outta here
got me feelin’ like a kid when i cop some new dunks
i don’t wanna grow up till my closet’s filled up, yeah

[chorus: phife dawg]
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 [?] 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 though

[verse 3: phife dawg]
i was labelled a king of the throwback, indeed i represented it
[?] ten, levi [?] authentic
most thought i was investin’ [?] nest when
rock ’em like a jersey, magic johnson weapon
new york fashion plate, man, five [?] and different styles
and when i’m on my rest i rock my brown leather chucks, fam
pack you an adidas for a mid-[?] song
now i’m baffled by these dudes with fluorescent [?] shoes on
but gwan, pick up the simmons, have you seen
my mx95 with my lrg teams
now that i’m older, got a little wiser
rock a yankee fitted with brooks brother attire
maybe suede lvs ’cause they so comfy
but if i choose to save dough, rock my super sh-ll toes
asics, ponies, ride life [?]
shoot hoops in my lebrons, c. pauler mellows on, yeah!

[outro: phife dawg]
yeah, and i wanna pick up my man [?] up an adidas
leila, up in adidas, i see y’all
word up, good lookin’ there 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 sound 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-wee!
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

- phife dawg

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