Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cosby Sweater - A Tribute to Hilltop Hoods, artist - This Is Popstarz.
Date of issue: 11.11.2014
Song language: English
Cosby Sweater - A Tribute to Hilltop Hoods |
Watch me do my thing, get |
Lost into my scene, yeah |
Hot like New Orleans in |
Cosby crew and jeans, yeah |
They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacant |
Living in conditions of the modern matrix |
Only bare arms when I’m proper naked |
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper |
Ain’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse |
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house |
Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce |
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch |
Status never mattered ever, act however |
Like Christine Aguilera, just let yourself go |
Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left |
Pristine track and record to let you all know |
That we would be kings even homeless |
Building these kingdoms our own, just |
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles |
Till they’re gathering, they no longer 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 |
(One, two, three, four) |
I feel like Bobby Fischer |
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 |
I’ma step up every chance when I rumble |
They all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fitting |
I’ma get drunk and dance like your uncle |
'Til I’m all hands like your uncle, I’m kidding |
The venomous inventor, when 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, brah, love’s 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 Coogi listening to Kool G Rap |
I won’t beat around the bush like a seventies porn |
I’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good |
And it’s all good |
And it’s all good |
And it’s all good |
And it’s all good |
(One, two, three, four) |
I feel like Bobby Fischer |
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 |
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley |
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry |
Fuck the high life, we can vibe like |
We got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just married |
I’ll turn the art form into a blood sport |
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain |
They wanna run these streets like parkour? |
I’d rather run these tracks like a steam train |
(Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train) |
(One, two, three, four) |
I feel like Bobby Fischer |
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 |
Wearing that Cosby Sweater |