Glocks Out Fashion
Thugs, Scenters, Metrosexuals & Elitists.
From the eastside to the westside; north to south. Show your true colors, stand true to your brothers. Strap at your side, gold in your mouth. It's a rough life, too short for strife.
I don't care what you think, I've got grease in my hair. Girl pants, chicken dance, police are not fair. Sell your soul to the status quo. Pretty boys, one night toys, just your average Joe.
I'm not gay, I'm no homo. I wear what I wear, I prefer perfect hair. Polished nails, ironed clothes. My cat is pampered, cruising Soho. I'm no meathead, I smell like a rose. It's not wrong, it's necessary. You will soon come along.
My taste is impecable, strength without fault. You're taste sucks, I've got a million CDs in my vault. I don't listen to most of them anymore, I've got my status to account for. I will never settle for second best, even if I don't care how I'm dressed.