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planet asia & madlib - street clothes كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
and if you ain’t down, you better not hang around
let’s, let’s party at the gym this time
the song ain’t even came out yet, but f_ck it, we gon’ remix it right now, know what i mean?
i just have to tell these motherf_ckers, man, they can’t f_ck with me with this rap sh_t
i was just sayin’ that the other day
i’ma show you why n_ggas can’t f_ck with me in this rap sh_t, know what i’m sayin’?
know what i mean?
real sh_t, know what i mean?

[verse 1]
let’s knock another joint out
fly sh_t i point out proper
swiss vanilla bean ice cream in your mouth
i’m pimping her
system f_cker censor her
expensive f_ck solicitor
lash of l shrimp
tempera i’m just a welder
wise word spoke
reflects the knowledge of my elders
yellow gold feral on a figaro
conscious caking
metal on me though it’s forbidden
i still might hit you with
asalaamu alaik_m
feel these ninja stars reaching you
next time i won’t miss trying this
catch you leaking that all star
we can keep a fifth
like a bottle of l!ck
n_ggas get followed and hit
my goons get it fast
quicker than the first l!ck
turf sh_t
coward i earth sh_t
n_ggas get they skirt lifted
rat packing p_ssies in they church fits
hustle till i’m dirt rich
basehead buckets and rentals
you’re now looking at a mogul that’s under construction
[chorus]
in my street clothes
or a three piece suit
don’t matter your b_tches still let me beat those
keep keep on frontin and stuntin
while i just keep hustlin and hustlin
in my street clothes
or a three piece suit
don’t matter your b_tches still let me beat those
keep keep on frontin and stuntin
well, i just keep hustling and hustling

[verse 2]
i’m a dinosaur, vinyl connoisseur
this is big league, b_tch, not the final four
fill it in your spinal cord, time to record
i’m like a iron board, stylish stacks
rolling racks and more gouda
clouds of buddha, welcome to the future
the twenty_first century human computer
my advice is quit trying to fly the hoes
out here looking like apple pie a la mode
i could rock south africa like a cali show
so cold i could make the central valley snow
two thousand and something, i’m still ’bout it though
my promo poster, me holding the calico
the fiend still asking how much i got it for
okay here’s another line for your powdered nose
show some loyalty to the royalty
i’m a whole cartel you just a quarter key
[chorus]
in my street clothes or a three piece suit
don’t matter your b_tches still let me beat those
keep keep on frontin’ and stuntin’
well, i just keep hustlin’ and hustlin’
in my street clothes or a three_piece suit
don’t matter, your b_tches still let me beat those
keep, keep on frontin’ and stuntin’
well, i just keep hustlin’ and hustlin’

[outro]
you know what i mean?
that’s that one_take sh_t right there
that’s how they used to do it back in the days, man
there wasn’t no punch_ins and sh_t like that
that’s real rap, n_gga
you know what i mean?
and i ain’t no old n_gga either, you feel me?
this is real rap
authentic sh_t
shoutout to madlib

- planet asia madlib

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