Dress Code lyrics

[ 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

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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