Cosby Sweater Lyrics - Hilltop Hoods

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 fuck around with his spouse 

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 

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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 

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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 

Fuck 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 pea soup out of a 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