Stepped on My J’z Songtext
von Nelly feat. Jermaine Dupri & Ciara
Stepped on My J’z Songtext
Uh (Oh)
Uh, ha ha (Oh)
Y′all know what this is!(Let's go)
We use to ditch school and head striaght up to the mall (Mall)
Just so we could be the first ones with ′em on (C'mon)
Return to school by lunch time like "Nigga what now?"
And today we in the club like "Nigga what now?"
You better look down cause uh
I know you see 'em (Say what?)
I know you see ′em (Say what?)
I know you see ′em
(I paid!) A 1000 for the jeans
(I paid!) 200 for the shoes and uh
Fuck a shirt, I'ma rock these tattoos
and uh
You see my fitted man
I represent the crib
Cause even at the crib
I represent the crib
(I) Might pop my grill in
(And I) Might let my chain hang
(And I) Might wrap my wrist dang
(Down dirty do the damn thing)
I get ′em free (Say what?)
But I pay
And if I want I rock a different year of J's e′ry day (Uh)
A different style different color is a must
But uh it's all good until I get my first scuff
Them I′m like:
Hell naw ain't no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J′s he done stepped on my J's
These just came out!
He done stepped on my J′s
Hell naw ain't no way (What′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J's (What?)
Stepped on my J′s he done stepped on my J's
I can't believe this shit!
He done stepped on my J′s (Uh)
I-I-I-I got ′em all (Got 'em all)
But they don′t get no run
Like them 13's, 7′s, number fo' and the 1′s
I like:
How the look with Dickies?
How do Levi's lay on 'em?
If you ain′t got ′em when you see me you definatly go want 'em
If they new I gotta get ′em first old as a copper box
'em with a shirt and the matching color socks
I think coolest was the black on black
And leathers with the red bottom
Or the number 9′s
You shoulds seen me when I got 'em
I was in my house (In my house)
Dancin in the mirror
Straight thinking ′bout gettin out
And how I'm 'bout to kill ′em
When you know you got a pair that ain′t nobody got (Body got)
You can't hold ′em back homie you gotta rock (You got a rock)
I'm a addict a Jordan Finatic little Morris Blackman
I know when they comin number color e′rything that's happenin
You know
A different style differnt color is a must
But uh
It′s all good until I get my first scuff then I'm like:
Hell naw ain't no way (What′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's he done stepped on my J′s
These just came out!
He done stepped on my J's (Uh)
Hell naw ain′t no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's he done stepped on my J's
I can′t believe this shit!
He done stepped on my J′s
I-I-I-I see you lil' daddy
You look sexy with them J′s on
I pull up to the curb
Step out with them things on
I got me the black and pick leather with the gray
Matching with the skinny jeans
Off with the shades
I know you see me (I know you see me)
My jeans be never slippin (slippin)
The paparazzi I might stop and take a picture in 'em
Yeah
Looking fresh every day
And if your looking for my lil′ daddy
You can find me in the hey-hey-hey-hey
I got the red toed 1's (Uh)
Then I bough the 2′s and the 3's and the 4's
I had to order these you can′t find ′em in the store (Nope)
Called up my stylist like:
"Shorty send more and if you would please send 'em to me out on tour"
(Uh uh uh uh)They be here in a minute man
See I got that connect where I can damn near get like anything
Plus all my hoes own ′em then I'ma stroll on ′em
I call my hookup at the store like: "Put a hold on 'em"
Them Carolina number 9′s
Matchin patent leather wristbands
Patent number 11's we call 'em Space Jams
You in my space man I′ma make you jump man
I′ll make you jump the jump the jump jump man
See on my weekends
My J's play a part
I′m rockin these to the club and these to the park
I'm puttin these on now and these here tomorrow
A spare off in my car just in case I catch a scar
Hell naw ain′t no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done steppon on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's
He done Stepped on my J's
These just came out!
He done stepped on my J′s (Uh)
Hell naw ain′t no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's
He done stepped on my J′s
I can't believe this shit!
He done stepped on my J′s
Uh, ha ha (Oh)
Y′all know what this is!(Let's go)
We use to ditch school and head striaght up to the mall (Mall)
Just so we could be the first ones with ′em on (C'mon)
Return to school by lunch time like "Nigga what now?"
And today we in the club like "Nigga what now?"
You better look down cause uh
I know you see 'em (Say what?)
I know you see ′em (Say what?)
I know you see ′em
(I paid!) A 1000 for the jeans
(I paid!) 200 for the shoes and uh
Fuck a shirt, I'ma rock these tattoos
and uh
You see my fitted man
I represent the crib
Cause even at the crib
I represent the crib
(I) Might pop my grill in
(And I) Might let my chain hang
(And I) Might wrap my wrist dang
(Down dirty do the damn thing)
I get ′em free (Say what?)
But I pay
And if I want I rock a different year of J's e′ry day (Uh)
A different style different color is a must
But uh it's all good until I get my first scuff
Them I′m like:
Hell naw ain't no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J′s he done stepped on my J's
These just came out!
He done stepped on my J′s
Hell naw ain't no way (What′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J's (What?)
Stepped on my J′s he done stepped on my J's
I can't believe this shit!
He done stepped on my J′s (Uh)
I-I-I-I got ′em all (Got 'em all)
But they don′t get no run
Like them 13's, 7′s, number fo' and the 1′s
I like:
How the look with Dickies?
How do Levi's lay on 'em?
If you ain′t got ′em when you see me you definatly go want 'em
If they new I gotta get ′em first old as a copper box
'em with a shirt and the matching color socks
I think coolest was the black on black
And leathers with the red bottom
Or the number 9′s
You shoulds seen me when I got 'em
I was in my house (In my house)
Dancin in the mirror
Straight thinking ′bout gettin out
And how I'm 'bout to kill ′em
When you know you got a pair that ain′t nobody got (Body got)
You can't hold ′em back homie you gotta rock (You got a rock)
I'm a addict a Jordan Finatic little Morris Blackman
I know when they comin number color e′rything that's happenin
You know
A different style differnt color is a must
But uh
It′s all good until I get my first scuff then I'm like:
Hell naw ain't no way (What′s wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's he done stepped on my J′s
These just came out!
He done stepped on my J's (Uh)
Hell naw ain′t no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's he done stepped on my J's
I can′t believe this shit!
He done stepped on my J′s
I-I-I-I see you lil' daddy
You look sexy with them J′s on
I pull up to the curb
Step out with them things on
I got me the black and pick leather with the gray
Matching with the skinny jeans
Off with the shades
I know you see me (I know you see me)
My jeans be never slippin (slippin)
The paparazzi I might stop and take a picture in 'em
Yeah
Looking fresh every day
And if your looking for my lil′ daddy
You can find me in the hey-hey-hey-hey
I got the red toed 1's (Uh)
Then I bough the 2′s and the 3's and the 4's
I had to order these you can′t find ′em in the store (Nope)
Called up my stylist like:
"Shorty send more and if you would please send 'em to me out on tour"
(Uh uh uh uh)They be here in a minute man
See I got that connect where I can damn near get like anything
Plus all my hoes own ′em then I'ma stroll on ′em
I call my hookup at the store like: "Put a hold on 'em"
Them Carolina number 9′s
Matchin patent leather wristbands
Patent number 11's we call 'em Space Jams
You in my space man I′ma make you jump man
I′ll make you jump the jump the jump jump man
See on my weekends
My J's play a part
I′m rockin these to the club and these to the park
I'm puttin these on now and these here tomorrow
A spare off in my car just in case I catch a scar
Hell naw ain′t no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done steppon on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's
He done Stepped on my J's
These just came out!
He done stepped on my J′s (Uh)
Hell naw ain′t no way (What's wrong?)
Man he done stepped on my J′s (What?)
Stepped on my J's
He done stepped on my J′s
I can't believe this shit!
He done stepped on my J′s
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Ciara Harris, Cornell(nelly) Haynes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
