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 nobody 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 snatched 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**ed to get them but hey . . . I don't care Cuz now. . . I needs a new jacket to wear --- .