Fes Taylor - Foot Locker Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yeah, yeah, yo[Fes Taylor]The Vince Carter's just came out, they hotter than acidSome like Air Max's, some classicsPenny Hardyways and Bo Jackson's, the old Charles Barkley'sPhoenix Suns jersey to match itFoot Locker got the hottest sneaks for your feetPlus this bad chick work in the store, I'm trynna beatGive me discounts, I buy four pair at a timeBefore they come out, that's why I shop here all the timeBlack Nike's with the air bubble, lime Air Jordan'sOlympic version with the number nineRed and white Iverson's, '76's hatTwo-tone doo-rag, cap slanted to the backAdidas with the fat laces, Saucony's and AsicsAtomics, check it, stick to the basicsA pair of uptown's, and diadora's, British KnightsDavid Roberson's flights was looking rightSuade Puma's, New Balance, Harachi's all colorsLadies watch me, girls love usSee me in a pair of Dr. Jay's, son they ain't been outSince back in the days, when I got fadesKobe Bryants, nine and a half, let me tryShaq's with the Reebok pump, that's what I'm buyingSlam dunk, free throw line, thought I was flyingSideline chicks on the court, they all eyeingMagic Johnson Converse, Patrick Ewing'sIt's who got the flyest, not who got the newestScottie Pippen's, black and gray, Delta Force'sKid, I gotta have 'em, no matter what the cost isLarry Bird's, that's Paul Pierce's, Celtics headbandFast Break, know the boy gon' jamDeion Sanders with the strap cross trainersThe gold line defense can't contain usI got Ken Griffey's on, grand slam out the parkSprewell, And 1 in your face, after darkYou can catch me at the sneaker store, buying 'em allFour bags in each hand, walking out the mall
