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letra de street clothes - planet asia & madlib

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[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

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