Tekst piosenki 'Air Jordans (feat. Young Jeezy)' wykonawcy Yukmouth

[Yukmouth:]
I went from old school Scrapers
To high top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint seen what I seen
I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans

I went from old school Scrapers
To high top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from
You gotta split a nigga weed

[Yukmouth:]
Everybody already know, Yuk a real thug nigga
When you see me in the streets,
I'm a real drug dealer [Young Jeezy:] (That's Right)
I hope you got yours
I keep mine
The AK had you faggots throwing peace signs
You better act like you know the facts
Platinum Dodge magnums packed in back with me, and E-Black [Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh)
Them other niggas is weenies
What you spent on your crib
I spent it all on a GT [Yukmouth:] (HA HA)
In one night two bitches, three bottles of Chris
Two hundred grand spit
Just to put a glance at the whiff
Stay in beef so I carry that toaster
But don't talk shit my four fifth ferocious
[Young Jeezy:] (Yeaaahhh)
I not just my imagination
I know that I'm the reason why you faggots hating
[Young Jeezy:] (That's riggghhht)
The NMS sayin Yuk got robbed
I'm back playboy
Cause Yuk fuck with the mob... Yeah

[Yukmouth:]
I went from old school Scrapers
To high top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint seen what I seen
I could get a quarter mil in these Makaveli Jeans

I went from old school Scrapers
To high top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from
You gotta split a nigga weed

[Young Jeezy:]
Black tee, black One's and a Philly cap
The mach-11 make me walk with a crazy dack
Ay, Ya'll say we country niggas, Yee-Ha
The money cartin back and forth like a see-saw
And ya'll aint never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills
Bricks of white rock
But they got little faith
They don't care about shit
Ludacris how they ride out with twenty dub bricks
[Young Jeezy:] (Yeaahhh)
Should i spit it for ya'll?
Or the real my niggas
Should i spit it for ya'll?
Ay, who gives a fuck about friends
If you mix the baking soda with it
You can get a Benz
While your robbing and boosting
I'm standing over stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip man
Or the real bread dog
It's all about your rep man

[Yukmouth:]
I went from old school Scrapers
To high top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint seen what I seen
I could get a quarter mil In these Makaveli Jeans

I went from old school Scrapers
To high top Forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Jordan's
And you aint did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from
You gotta split a nigga weed