Ralph Lauren's Closet

[Intro: Thirstin Howl III]

Statik Selektah

Statik Selektah, uh-huh, Thirstin Howl

[Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III]

Sheepdog flick, '84 Gazelles

Thirstin Howl style like Orson Welles

Believe the rumors, spread the gossip

My Polo wardrobe right out Ralph Lauren's closet

Swimming pools in the winter room

Sharkskin fins, sniffs with a silver spoon

3 Train hopper, jumpin' the turn style

The knitted fit snug just 'cause of the workout

Gave orders in the slave quarters

A good deed breeds when it's paid forward

Unified by the test of time

Love and loyalty for the rest of life

Christmas cards dipped in art

Heavenly memories, centuries of hidden scars

Angel voices, nature's choices

Life a death stretch, yes, became a coin flip

Full length Shearlings, tuckin' the shotty

Fur collar bomber, the snub-nose is cocky

'85 live, don't sell units

My Gucci frames shake when I bump the music

Fat laces in my Asics with the Chams de Baron

Bally Competition, had to have them

Boombox on the train, Euclid stop

This is the place where people shoot the cops

Clean the sole of my Timbs with cold crap soap

Word to Ogdensburg with the crown bathrobe

Leather Polo patch on my state chino jacket

Pants pressed two days under the mattress

Visible ballon silk suede Bally's

Smooth cat who sat back and milked the alley

Low legends with no limits

Don't give me nothing, I wanna go get it

[Chorus: Thirstin Howl III]

Believe the rumors, spread the gossip

My Polo wardrobe right out Ralph Lauren's closet

[Verse 2: Sean Price]

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Sing in your raps, y'all motherfuckers rappers that sing

Sean Price, I'm an African king

Man general Muck Muck, run bitch niggas across sand

That's what happen when you force my hand

Ahk, the flow toxic, cock the .4, pop it

You seein' some machine guns, Dr. Robotnik

I punch thugs outta they clothes

After I punch blood outta they nose

I wrote this rhyme holdin' a chrome and a knife

'Cause I don't listen to my own advice

Listen, my man push a Bentley, I don't get in his ride

If I do everybody gonna think that it's mine

Did you a favor, my nigga, get the fuck out my face

'Fore this boot get stuck in your face

Everything is hot shitville

Murder scene verse, I don't watch Kill Bill, motherfucker

[Chorus: Thirstin Howl III]

Believe the rumors, spread the gossip

My Polo wardrobe out Ralph Lauren's closet