Cosby Sweater – Hilltop Hoods Guitar 1 e|--0--3--/7--3--5---0----| B|------------------------| G|------------------------| D|------------------------| A|------------------------| E|------------------------| Guitar 2 / Bass e|------------------------| B|------------------------| G|------------------------| D|------------------------| A|-------------5------5---| E|-0---0-3---3------5---5-| Em G D A (two counts each whole song) Watch me do my thing Get lost into my scene Get hot, like New Orleans In Cosby crew and jeans Do not awaken, stare a lot and vacant Living in conditions of the modern matrix Only bad rhymes running proper naked Only point I made you with the bullet was a paper I ain't here to fight some dude, and fluff around with his past I'd rather light your mood and burn it down with the house Eat your heart from the groove on account of the bounce And lick her like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch Status never mattered, ever acted whether I love Christine Like Christina Aguilera, just let yourself go Matter Pressure and endevour that is better left Christine track a record to let you all know Would the kings even home us But to these kingdoms it won't just Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles To the gathering known all that matter like a black hole And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good I feel like Bobby Fisher Always four moves ahead of My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater I'mma step up every chance when I rumble They all call me champ of the Jungle It's fitting I'mma get drunk and dance like your uncle Until I'm all hands like your uncle I'm kidding The venomous, and then until' I enter, then it's over When I'm spitting venom, I'm as generous as Oprah You get a scar! You get a scar! You get a scar! Me drunk in the back of a rental car Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador When I'm dressed like Theo's Dad In a cougie listening to Kool G Rap I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn I'll make you wish that you never been born And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good I feel like Bobby Fisher Always four moves ahead of My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Take a ride on the bus out of this alley We could fire up the night like Prince Harry The high life, we could vibe like We got wirelines hanging from behind like we're just married I'll turn the art form into a bloodsport I make peace, bow out of it pea-brain They wanna run the streets like parkour I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train I feel like Bobby Fisher Always four moves ahead of My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater Wearing that Cosby sweater _____________________________________________ Requested by Matt S at Laugh and Learn Guitar
