Good Clothes

[Intro: Phonte]

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

[Verse 1: Phonte]

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

[Hook: Phonte]

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

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]

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

[Hook: Big Pooh]

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

[Interlude: Phonte]

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

[Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte]

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'

[Hook: Phonte]

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

[Outro]

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

Yea...We got on these good clothes

We got on these good clothes, for-hee