Oh, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em. Oh Remix

Ay Robs up in this place

And now I'm gone without a trace, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, Remix

I think I seen em in the hall, now I want 'em

These J's look so fresh, now dontcha think I got 'em

And you know this is a remix by me

Better then the first, just sit back and see

Now I'm singing this old song from Young L.A

I'm a white, teenage rapper I don't care what you say

Cuz rapping is my thing have you heard the crocs song

Ya the shoes, not the animal cuz that does not go along

Got them crocodiles at the zoo, if they touch me I'mma sue

Got them answers that are true, and them shoes that are new

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em all the way

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, I don't even gotta pay

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

Got 'em at the mall. Got 'em in this song

Got them Beats by Dre. Got 'em everyday

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

Got that news report, Got it bout the sport

Got 'em on the court, got them that are short

Okay, my team so good now dontcha think we beat 'em

Turn the lights down now ain't they lookin so dim

Robs lookin so good dontcha wanna picture of him

Put my Nikes on head over to the gym

Remix you know me, I'm the b-ballin rapper

Given an applause ya that makes me a clapper

They say that you always have room to improve

But that is not me, my beats already in the groove

Got them Crocs on lookin ballin as can be

That step back jumper as dangerous as you can see

Knock that J down in your face you know that you can't see me

Got that, got that, got that, got that key to the city

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

Got 'em in the class. Gotta help him pass

Got 'em in the room. A blast from the past

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

Gotta pay the bill. Gotta climb the hill

Got 'em, got 'em filled. Yeah, got 'em, got 'em filled

Lookin so fresh, 59-fifty on my head

If this, If this were a contest I'd be so, so far ahead

This track is gonna sell we can, we can all agree

But I'm goin for the record just like Chris Solinsky

You know I love watchin TV on my, on my big screen

I run so, run so fast that I belong in Eugene

Way up there in Oregon yeah they call that Track City

Home to many legends Bowerman, Burley, and Pre

When I enter the game I make your body shake

I'm gonna blow you out just like a birthday cake

I'mma knock you over, knock you down and be jolly

With that one-two punch like Muhammad Ali

I'm so funny, O so funny I should have my own show

Where I make fun of videos like I'm on Tosh.O

You can thank me now but I'm gonna thank you later

Just call me Hitler, I am the rap dictator

Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em

Gotta break the law. Cutting with the saw

Wait 'till that ice thaws, And drink it with the straw

Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em, Got 'em

Gotta make the shot. We better not get caught. Man she's lookin hot. O no she is not

Ay Robs up in this place

And now I'm gone without a trace

Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, Remix