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    AdVerSity - Dress Code
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    Слова песни AdVerSity - Dress Code

    Warm up:
    Black man with a fresh cut
    Pants sagging, see you done messed up
    Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha
    Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha
    Top down with my hat low
    Riding round wit nowhere to go
    Beat up, working on my latest flow
    (Sirens), go ahead nigga take it slow

    Verse One:
    (Nah) Why do niggas get nervous, when them sirens surface?
    Probably cause they'll stomp a nigga out on purpose
    Homie must've fit a description
    You know the one that fit the dark skin you in
    Got any weapons? Where the weed nigga?
    In other words, a reminder that we niggas
    Check my record.. the shits clean
    Grew up on the southside where they claim them streets mean
    But every weapon drawn on me, been by those with badges
    Imagine.. what that do to a teenage psyche
    Or the niggas in my hood that look just like me
    Just showing off my new pair of all blue Nikes
    Now I'm gang affiliated, with straight A's?, unlikely
    Nigga ain't even out of High School
    And they taught me life don't play by my rules
    Just sit back, shut the fuck up and be cool
    And if you don't, well, peace dude
    Orange suit, pink bottoms, that's the dress code
    In that 6, ducee, in the middle drop that O
    Private prisons shopping niggas on the low
    Line'em up and knock'em over just like some dominos
    Truth is that lil nigga had no where to go
    Just headed down the road of the life he know

    Hook:
    Black man with a fresh cut
    Pants sagging, see you done messed up
    Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha
    Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha
    This life got all kind of rules
    Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of cool
    Just smile and put on the best show
    But.. be weary of ya dress code

    Verse Two:
    They only like to scratch the surface
    You left ya block, now you got'em all nervous
    On elevators, they clutch they purses
    We started snatching'em, shit got worse then
    The lil homie, just dropped out of school
    Got a bitch pregnant, started flashing his tool
    Slung a lil dope and I asked why dude?
    He said... cuz that's what's nigga do
    How can you excel, when ya only hope is jail?
    When they treat you like a loser you can only expect to fail
    Gotta read between the lines, when you living in the hell
    If they hide it from ya eyes then learn to read braille
    Hidden Colors, this life don't love us
    Black woman's only hope show yo ass in them covers
    King Magazine, I thought he had a dream
    Woke up and saw Trayvon's murder scene
    Shit, look what they doing to Obama
    Brought'em into office just so he can drop bombs brah
    Protect Monsanto, snatch some civil rights
    He ain't in control yall, why can't you see the light?
    Black man's plight, black man's struggle
    Black men bred to fight, so black men hustle
    Truth is we got no where to go
    Just headed down the road of the life we know

    Hook:
    Black man with a fresh cut
    Pants sagging, see you done messed up
    Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha
    Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha
    This life got all kind of rules
    Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of cool
    Just smile and put on the best show
    But.. be weary of ya dress code

    Verse Three: (Spoken Word)
    Ladies and Gentleman,
    Welcome to America's wasteland, your local neighborhood ghetto
    Where the grind is so deep, we can't seem to let go
    Surrounded by pimps, playas, hustlas and fiends
    Where things are as they seem, a land with no dreams
    No hope, no ambition, but niggas still got a make a living
    Ain't no 9 to 5's so I guess its time to ride
    Got kids we gotta provide for, keep ya eyes open for 5-0
    Cuz they don't give a fuck, they toss the drugs in ya back seat to make that quota
    And the ones outside of the ghetto hear about the drama but they don't wanna know though
    So we find ourselves stuck in a cycle,
    And when you try to rise above it all best friends become rivals..

    Hook:
    Black man with a fresh cut
    Pants sagging, see you done messed up
    Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha
    Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha
    This life got all kind of rules
    Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of cool
    Just smile and put on the best show
    But.. be weary of ya dress code
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