Little Brother - Good Clothes lyrics

Uh, we gon get it started man
I'm feelin' so fresh tonight
Yes, yes, ya'know
I'm seein' all the beautiful people
Everybody rockin' they favorite brand
Whatever your favorite brand is
It's whatever you wanna do
You know what I'm sayin', but um, you know
I didn't always have it like that
We ain't always have it, you
Know what I'm sayin', so
This what we had to do
To look fly you know what I'm sayin
This is how you used to get it in

Ayo, I used to go to the
Mall with forty dollars in hand
It ain't matter at all cause I
Could go see my man
Down at Southsquare Mall workin'
At J riggins, oh no


Manager leaves, he let me cop from the lo-lo
Slacks and Polos, you better watch that
Boy in Durango's, blazer and mock neck
Almost broke but you still gon' see him
At the T game pimpin
Through the Greensboro Coliseum, man

Uh, cause now I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin hand-me down
Raggedy hood clothes call me ugly
Man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club
Yea we probably should clothes
Yea, uh, say I got on my good clothes, what
Uh, say I got on my good clothes
Yo, forty dollars I done got
Me some good clothes
I got on my good clothes
I got on my good clothes

I used to go to my mom
Like I'm tryna be fresh
Told her, look at my closet, you know
Your boy look a mess
So we hopped in the car
Headed straight to Sears
At the time I was bigger than
The rest of my peers
As we got on the floor, was embarrassing
Trust me
The saleswoman walk me straight over to Husky
I still got stonewashed denim
Bobby Brown patent leather
Members Only jacket
Ain't nobody fresher than me

I said I got on my good clothes
Sick of wearin hand-me down
Raggedy hood clothes call me ugly
Man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club
Yea we probably should clothes
Yea! I said I got on my good clothes
What? You know I got on my good clothes
Husky jeans, patent leather, I want those
I got on my good clothes
I got on my good clothes

Y'all lookin good tonight
But some of y'all that's in the wrong
I cin't front like you at the bar
It's hot in this club man
So why you got that leather coat on, dawg
C'mon (take that coat off, nigga) and you
The big girl with the low-rise jeans on
Got the fat hangin' over the side
(better go to Lane Bryant)
Girl, you got your gut bustin' over
The side of your jeans it look like a muffin
C'mon now let's be polite

I got boxes of shoes
Get shirts by the caseload
Size 48 jeans, how did they make those
New Eras we take those, givin us good clothes
Nothing when you broke
When you ain't you don't spend dough
I had a homie at Azzure, but he got tired
And another at Stall & Dean, but he got fired
So ironic when you want it
You the last on the list
But when you get cake
They can't wait to give you some shit
Nah'sayin'

Uh, cause now I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin hand-me down
Raggedy hood clothes call me ugly
Man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club
Yea I probably should clothes
Yea, uh, say I got on my good clothes, what
Uh, say I got on my good clothes
Yo, forty free now I got
All these good clothes
I got on my good clothes
I got on my good clothes, yeah

Shout out, to all my good clothes suppliers
Talkin about my man, male party man, Lindsay
Talkin about my homegirl, Porsha
Talkin about my man, Neil Nice, Kev Dean
Talkin about my man Born, uh
Yeawe got on these good clothes
We got on these good clothes, for hee