Hilltop Hoods — Cosby Sweater

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Em G D A


Em        G
Watch me do my thing
D           A
Get lost into my scene
Em       G
Get hot, like New Orleans
D         A
In Cosby crew and jeans


Em               G
Do not awaken, stare a lot and vacant
D                      A
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Em          G
Only bad rhymes running proper naked
      D                      A
Only point I made you with the bullet was a paper
     Em                                  G
I ain't here to fight some dude, and fluff around with his past
      D                                  A
I'd rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
          Em                        G
Eat your heart from the groove on account of the bounce
     D                               A
And lick her like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Em                              G
Status never mattered, ever acted whether I love Christine
D                               A
Like Christina Aguilera, just let yourself go
        Em                     G
Matter Pressure and endevour that is better left
           D                         A
Christine track a record to let you all know
Em              G
Would the kings even home us
D        A
But to these kingdoms it won't just
Em                G
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
D                           A
To the gathering known all that matter like a black hole


Em              G
And it's all good
D              A
And it's all good
Em             G
And it's all good
D              A
And it's all good


... 2! 3! 4!

Em
I feel like Bobby Fisher
G
Always four moves ahead of
D                       A
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
Em                          G
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
D                             A
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Em
Wearing that Cosby sweater
G
Wearing that Cosby sweater
D
Wearing that Cosby sweater
A
Wearing that Cosby sweater


Em                G
I'mma step up every chance when I rumble
D                                A
They all call me champ of the Jungle - It's fitting
Em                 G
I'mma get drunk and dance like your uncle
D                   A
Until I'm all hands like your uncle - I'm kidding
Em                          G
The venomous, and then until' I enter, then it's over
D                         A
When I'm spitting venom, I'm as generous as Oprah
Em                   G
You get a scar! You get a scar! You get a scar!
D                         A
Me drunk in the back of a rental car
Em                  G
Pat Benatar,        love is a battlefield
D                       A
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
Em                     G
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
D                         A
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
Em                 G
When I'm dressed like Theo's Dad
D                 A
In a cougie listening to Kool G Rap
Em                      G
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
D                   A
I'll make you wish that you never been born


Em              G
And it's all good
D              A
And it's all good
Em             G
And it's all good
D              A
And it's all good


.... 2! 3! 4!

Em
I feel like Bobby Fisher
G
Always four moves ahead of
D                       A
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
Em                          G
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
D                             A
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Em
Wearing that Cosby sweater
G
Wearing that Cosby sweater
D
Wearing that Cosby sweater
A
Wearing that Cosby sweater


Em                  G
Take a ride on the bus out of this alley
D                 A
We could fire up the night like Prince Harry
Em                G
The high life, we could vibe like
D                        A
We got wirelines hanging from behind like we're just married

Em           G
I'll turn the art form into a bloodsport
D                A
I make peace, bow out of it pea-brain
Em                  G
They wanna run the streets like parkour
D                 A
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
Em
like a steam train
G
like a steam train
D
like a steam train
A
like a steam train


....2! 3! 4!


Em
I feel like Bobby Fisher
G
Always four moves ahead of
D                       A
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
Em                          G
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
D                             A
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Em
Wearing that Cosby sweater
G
Wearing that Cosby sweater
D
Wearing that Cosby sweater
A
Wearing that Cosby sweater
		
    

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