Big Lou - Tracksuits lyrics

[Hook] Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits [Verse 1: DJ Felicetti] Yo nice tracksuit I bet you run track Nah kid like Randy Barnes I got a strong back I'm saying I throw down shotput is the game Cla**ic shotty, but nah son that's lame We be new school chucking iron in our track suitie Then go home and ball watching mad Rootie Kazootie I just be on my couch getting mad buff like Roseanne on my Tivo, no thanks Nancy Updike My purple jacket on On a side three stripes run down These haters blown All the smoke out their ears, yeah it didn't rhyme I'm being creative you lil' rips But back to my tale Of growing up with the wheat things stale Even peach marmalade couldn't fix those Those messes that these tracksuits chose [Hook] Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits [Verse 2: Big Lou] Stripes all on my sleeves Sweat wicking of me I love the comfortability I don't think I look silllilily I can go jogging and not chafe I can go to the gym and lift weights I love synthetic fabrics Word to your mother I'm a fudging maverick I love exercise Playing ball with the cool guys Like Jeremy Lin I can do anything I think I could dunk on an eight foot rim (maybe) I could boogie down to a hot synth Just put some cardboard down near a monument Eat some ice cream that tastes like chocolate Drink a Crystal Pepsi and think nothing of it I'm a winner [Hook] Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits [Verse 3: Big Lou] At first I was like Orlando Bloom circa 2002 Son wouldn't get caught dead in a tracksuit But then I realized that the suit's the way to go And now my suit game crazy like I'm snorting blow Got the stripes like a motherf**er real talk Walk like a boss yeah I own the block Escalades and Hummers cause why not? My tracksuits cotton sh** stays cool even when it's hot And my tracksuit says I'm at the spot Yeah that Gatorade just hits the spot Yeah that bossy chain with the suit gets all the girls you'd cla**ify as hot That tracksuit color scheme real hot yeah that sh** really pop FUBU, Fila we some f**ing winners Ain't nobody f**ing with my f**ing dinners And now you know what it is like Das Racist And still working hard like I don't know where my plate is [Hook] Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits Errybody wearing them tracksuits