[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Every place I go I got to stay fly (yeah)
Cause you never know when some hot girl is gonna say hi
Check it out, that Louisville dirt is on my fitted hat
Draped up‚ red and black
But my kicks are where it's at
I know every other rappers rocks some Forces and Js
But me‚ I'm kinda different yet I'm on another page (come on)
Cause I can rep the block and kill it when I hit the stage (murder)
Plus I can rock my skater-shoes so many different ways (let's go)
People call me Washington cause I'm in my DCs
You could look everywhere you want but you won't find these (naw)
Yeah my homie works at Jerry's so I get 'em first
I might hit the skate park just to watch 'em go berserk (erk)
They just don't get it‚ I can hear 'em talking though (uh)
That dude's a rapper but look at the shoes he's rocking yo (okay)
I'm never tripping, check my bars and raps (check it)
And I'm famous in my city call me stars and stripes (hahahaha)

[Chorus: Bukshot & Mixed Magic]
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I know what they made for, why you tryna hate for?
Them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I stay fly (fly)‚ what I want to skate for?
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I know what they made for, why you tryna hate for?
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I stay fly (fly), what I want to skate for?
[Verse 2: Mixed Magic]
I might rock skateboard shoes but don't planing on skateboard
I take whores skate‚ you will yours
Put X-Games to 'em and they grind they course
Perfect score, I make sure I'm dressed to the team I have my pants pressed with a crease they match my Vans
Fresh set of sneaks I don't have those man, they out this world, Astrobands (haha)
You aren't main chicks, my backup plan (uh)
Swag game sick, y'all don't have no chance (nah)
I'm super fly my super-highs are tight as fuck but loosely tied
I'm usually high, eyes are low
Blue Levi's my size is cold
Inside out my kicks got sold and 5-0-1s and six dot Os
Couple snapbacks and a few fits (uh)
Button up jacket's a few fifths (uh)
But a whole damn room full of new kicks
Like they say, if the shoe fits (yep)
And I'm damn sure mine do
DCs are the Vans and then I do (yeah)
Red, white, blue, purple a line do (yeah)
N***a might not skate but I grind dude
You know I'm young and reckless, sexy (uh)
I run with Buk and XV (uh)
My 5-0-1s are skinny, and all my dumps are SBs (yes)
Uh, I'm in my skateboard shoes if they could only talk (what would they say?)
I swear to God they'd say I'm flyer than a Tony Hawk
[Chorus: Bukshot & Mixed Magic]
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I know what they made for, why you tryna hate for?
Them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I stay fly (fly), what I want to skate for?
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I know what they made for, why you tryna hate for?
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I stay fly (fly), what I want to skate for?

[Verse 3: The Dirtball]
Yeah
Spill it, kill it, drill it
You will never guess my size
Tryna maintain my ride
Tryna get a better eye
Tryna get a better look at my kicks, they ain't looking alright (uh uh)
Look too close, see the underside (what what)
I'm state line to line, mind for mind, shoe for shoe scuffed up from the god damn grind, grind
Seventy-five hair just sitting there
Bet he fit the red, fifty for the red, betting for that you would bust, draw
Ready for the big pop when he hear the crowd roar
I don't know why but I love just one
Never take 'em off and I'm on the run
Any dude that when he clocked all in for the underdog that's why they're paying me for touring number one
Whatever the father be fiending I'm digging the punk and then rocking the feeling
Brainiac gutter then loving the culture, loving the drugs I'm dealing
Four bars, they equalled a pound of only the finest chronic
We either put it down, they fucking around
These skate shoes they keeping me on it
The truth of the matter there's only one reason we doing it cut the bullshit
Eternally driven to get to the top the power to do it I'm pulled with
The force in my pride, they really don't know that we keep with an arsenal planning to shift the tide
Take a ride, hop on my side we taking over
[Chorus: Bukshot & Mixed Magic]
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I know what they made for, why you tryna hate for?
Them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I stay fly (fly), what I want to skate for?
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I know what they made for, why you tryna hate for?
We off them skateboard shoes but we don't skateboard
I stay fly (fly), what I want to skate for?

[Verse 4: XV]
Yeah
See-see-see all the dudes at school rock Jordans
But I wasn't that cool and I never could afford them
Raised in the hood yeah
But when did that stop me from stealing a couple of new pairs
Of athletes from my job that famous footwear
Back when I used to roller-skate
C-cool-c-cool when I show up late
Show the hold and laces to my rollerblades
E-S to D-C you know I rock a whopper
Fat laces, tongue out like a punk rocker
Bonkers
His SBs is bonkers
Yo check XVs locker, his green backpack like Blanca's gotcha
Shooting for the top and I ain't stopping like it's contras
Don't separate the one from them zeros like a comma
Now you can tell the dudes that put them super speck
XV in his SBs and the SB stands for super bad
This emcee is loving it
Cause I fucked the track without a glove on it
Rocking skateboard shoes so who you running with?
Your league