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Dress Code - текст песни



Dress Code


[VERSE 1: W.C.]


You know what's makin me mad?


Day after day I'm catchin all of this slack


Seems you gotta wear a suit, unlesss you wanna jacked


Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs


Where if you ain't wearin a three-piece suit, you gotta gangbang


I walked in a rest', bout to order, and


People starin like a had manure on my pants


Grabbin they purse, checkin they wallets in the back


And thinkin I'ma rob em, cause I'm in all black


Yo, my Curduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle


Snakeskin around my waist, so my pants hang a little


But I don't deal the package of crack


So what's the reason for the dirty looks?


Yo, check my name in your books


Seem like everytime I slap on my Starter cap


And step for a breath of fresh air


I end up fillin up a questionnaire


'What's your name?' 'Where you're goin?' 'Yo, what gang are you from?'


They tell me, "Don't get smart", and so I play dumb


Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better


Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record


A stereotypical attitude


That if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew


Cause when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin petrol


No matter what the color (What's up?)


I'm gettin sweated for my dress code




(Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps)


(That's why) (they dress just like) (suckers)


(Ha?) (suckers) (What?) (suckers)




[VERSE 2]


[W.C.]


What is this, a prison? I'm buggin off the way that I'm livin


Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin the position


At school I'm gettin tired of hearin the same old thing


Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring


I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a threat


I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress


Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's


So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's


So what you're tellin me, is now I'm a crook


Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?


[Coolio]


Get me a fade and a pair of tight pants


I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance


A big funny lookin hat just to cover my naps


A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps


If I made that turn, it might save me some trouble


But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a squabble


'Don't go here, don't go there,' brothers comin up missin


Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin dissed


Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin through


If you dress like me, you gotta run with a crew


I'm tickin like a timebomb, ready to explode


Even in my frontyard (What's up)


I'm gettin sweated for my dress code




(Alright, fellas


No tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)




[VERSE 3: W.C.]


Let's take a trip to the club scene (somebody tell me what's goin on)


You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky song (Texts of songs )


Bouncers makin enemies for minimum wage


But they're the first ones to run when the club gets sprayed


Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin my beeper


And if you're sportin gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer


(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow


And they're sweatin at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)


Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood


My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no good


(I got a jacket on my back for the fact that I rap


And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)


Scared of me for what, no, I don't wear tux


And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck


Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself


Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?


Wearin red, black and green, but they don't know what it means


Put on a African medaillon, now they're down with the team


Perpatratin for a click, first they wouldn't, now they switched


But they ain't gettin rich (Ain't that a bitch?)


Go strike a G.Q. pose, I got soul in my stroll


So they ban my video (For what?)


Cause they didn't like my dress code



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