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reg e. gaines - please don't take my air jordans by reg e. gaines lyrics

my air jordans cost a hundred with tax
my suede starters jacket says raiders on the back
i’m stylin . . . smilin . . . lookin real mean cuz
it ain’t about bein heard just bein seen
my leather adidas baseball cap
matches my fake gucci backpack
there’s n0body out there looks good as me
but the gear costs money it sure ain’t free
and i gots no job no money at all
but it’s easy to steal fresh gear from the mall
parents say i shouldn’t but i know i should
gots ta do what i can to make sure i look good
and the reason i have to look real fly
well to tell ya the truth man i don’t know why
i guess it makes me feel special inside
when i’m wearin fresh gear i don’t have to hide
but i really must get some new gear soon
or my ego will pop like a ten cent balloon
but security’s tight at all the shops
everyday there are more and more cops
my crew’s laughin at me cuz i’m wearin old gear
school’s almost over summer is near
and i’m sportin torn jordans and need somethin new
there’s only one thing left to do
cut school friday catch the subway downtown
check out my victims hangin around
maybe i’ll get lucky and find easy prey
gots to get some new gear there’s no other way
i’m ready and willin i’m packin my gun
this is serious bizness it sure ain’t no fun
but i can’t have my posse laughin at me
i’ll cop somethin dope just wait you’ll see
come out a the station west 4th near the park
brothers shootin hoops and someone remarks
hey homes . . . where’d you get those def nikes
as i said to myself. . . i likes em . . . i likes
they were q-tip white bright and blinded my eyes
the red emblem of michael looked as if it could fly
not one spot of dirt the airs were brand new
had my pistol knew just what to do
followed him very closely behind
waited until it was just the right time
made a left turn on houston pulled out my gun and screamed
gimme them jordans . . . and he tried ta run
took off fast but didn’t get far
i fired (pow) he fell between two parked cars
he was coughin/cryin/blood dripped on the street
and i sn-tched them air jordans off a his feet
while layin there dyin all he could say was
please . . . don’t take my air jordans away
you think he’d be worried about stayin alive
as i took off with the jordans there were tears in his eyes
the very next day i bopped into school
with my brand new air jordans man was i cool
i k!lled to get them but hey . . . i don’t care
cuz now. . . i needs a new jacket to wear
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- reg e gaines lyrics

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