[T.I. Talking]

Bet Yall Niggas Don't Remember These Wit Run-DMC...

Naw, I Ain't Wit Dem No Mo...What They Is Now...MY AIR FORCES



[Verse One]

Walk Through The Hood At Night

I Dont Like 'em Laced Tight, But They Feel Alright

Outta Sight, All White, Steeping Swaging My Strap

I Got The Four In My Lap Cause I Stay In The Trap

Like Guess And Heavy Starch Thrity-four In The Way

With Thrirty Six So I Can Fit This Forty-four On My Waste

If I Waste Something One 'em I'ma Throw 'em Away

Pull A Fresh Pair Out The Trunk, And Buy Some More In A Day

And I Wear'em Like I Bought 'em, I Don't Lace 'em Or Nuthin'

Got Bitches Wonderin' Why I Don't Call, I Don't Chase 'em Or Nuthin'

Funky Fresh MC, I Bet You See

T.I.P With A Fresh New Pair Of Nike Airs On His Feet

And When You See Me In The Streets, You Know You Looked At A Star

The Way The Congo And Polo The Checks Is Even Matching My Car

Ahhhh, Back To The Subject Though

I Just Letting You Know About My Air Forces



[Chorus]

Don't Care How Many Shoes I Get, When All Else Fails Dem The Shoes I Pick

And I Walk Like So I Don't Bruise My Kicks

I Got Alot But None Fit Like My Air Forces

Brand New O-Eyed Benz

Where In Less There Ain't A Pair In Every Store I Been

Gotta Outfit, Wanna Make Sure I'm Fresh

Well You Know I Gotta Go Get My Air Forces



[Verse Two]

All White Trimmed In Gray

Bubbled Laced To The Top On With Me

All Day, Collecting Pay In The Ass Of A Jay

Or Any Sucka Nigga Trying To Get In My Way

Stay Kicking This Muthafucking G.A. Clay

With A Limp And A Sway And I Don't Play

Hoes Keep Asking Pimp Why The The Same 'ol Shoes?

Bitch, I'm Four Pairs Deep And I Done Paid My Do's

(My Air Forces)

Call Number One Like Me

Hanging Out The Chevy Door When I Stomp On The Street

Concaine White Leather Feel Good One My Feet

Heyyyy, They Ganranteed To Keep You From The Police

With Bold They Aint Scuffed

The Strap