Dress Code (Remix) WC and the MAAD Circle

[Verse 1: WC]
You know what's makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack
It seems you gotta wear a suit, unlesss you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got it set up and 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 every time I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin' out a questionnaire
'What's your name?' 'Where you 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 up on the scene everybody's gettin' petrol
No matter what the color (What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code