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