Cosby Sweater

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Guitar 2 / Bass
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Em    G    D    A
(two counts each whole song)


[Intro]
Em       G
Watch me do my thing, get
D      A
Lost into my scene, yeah
Em       G
Hot like New Orleans in
D     A
Cosby crew and jeans, yeah


[Verse 1]
Em                    G
They're not awakened, stare a lot 
and vacant
D                           A
Living in conditions of the modern 
matrix
     Em                        G
Only bare arms when I'm proper naked
             D                     
Only point I made with a bullet was
    A
 on paper
              Em                
Ain't here to fight some dude or 
      G
fuck around with his spouse
       D                           
Rather light your mood and burn it 
A
down with the house
        Em                      
Get you hyped from the groove on 
 G
account of the bounce
            D                      
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and
 A
 down on a couch
Em                          G
Status never mattered ever, act 
however
          D                    A
Like Chris-tine Aguilera, just let 
yourself go
Em                     G
Mad at Pressure, an en-deavour that 
is better left
    D                        A
Pristine track and record to let you
 all know
Em               G
That we would be kings even homeless
D              A
Building these kingdoms our own, 
just
Em                    G
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
     D                         
Till they're gathering, they no 
        A                   Em
longer matter like a black hole


[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D    A         Em   G
    And it's all good

 D         A
(One, two, three, four!)

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


[Verse 2: Suffa]

Em                 G
I'ma step up every chance when I 
rumble
D                           
They all call me champ of the 
  A
jungle, it's fitting
Em                 G
I'ma get drunk and dance like your 
uncle
D                            A
'Til I'm all hands like your uncle, 
I'm kidding
Em                            G
The venomous inventor, when 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, 
         D
you get a scar
                 A
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental 
car
Em           G
Pat Benatar, brah, loves 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                             
Smash you out the stratosphere, 
  A
flashy as a matador
Em                    G
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
     D                  A
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
Em                      G        
I won't beat around the bush like
             D
 a seventies porn
              A                    
I'll make you wish that you'd never
      Em
 been born


[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D    A         Em   G
    And it's all good

 D         A
(One, two, three, four!)

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


[Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa]
Em                 G
Take a ride on the wild side of this
 alley
D                  A
We can fire up the night like Prince
 Harry
Em                  G
Fuck the high life, we can vibe like
D                  A
We got white lines hanging from 
behind like we're just married
Em                     G
I'll turn the art form into a blood 
sport
D                 A
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
Em                   G
They wanna run these streets like 
parkour?
D                    A           
I'd rather run these tracks like 
        Em
a steam train
G                  D A          
(Like a steam train, like a 
       Em G
steam train,  like a steam train)


D A
Em G D A
Em G


[Chorus]
 D         A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em          G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D           A
Always four moves ahead of
Em        G
My competition, listen
D                A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em        G
I feel as large as Biggie
D              A
Swear it could not get better
Em        G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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Requested by Matt S at Laugh and 
Learn Guitar