Charles Hamilton - Foursomes in the Sky lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Foursomes in the Sky lyrics]
I was taught one i offer
Some "How to be Awesome
" as a class the chick
That started Aftermath brought me
To the sun an awesome one awesome she is
And awesome is the talk from the sun and
I’m the sun you ain’t gotta try
To rhyme with him at all, y’all it’s
Like ball, y’all, when you’re tall
Y’all some of y’all are off the yard
But y’all can watch me as
I ball laugh at y’all who have
A ball i have a ball
When I rap can’t say the same for
Y’all when you rap y’all cats
Is wack and I’m awesome keep talking
Crap because I’ma off them
I went downtown to find a bucket
Hat came back up with
The crown can’t nobody really fuck
With that every ghetto
Every hood get down! One’s for
The lover two’s for
The blues three’s for the
Other four’s for the
Clue one’s for the other two’s for the blues
Three’s for the other four’s for the clue
As soon as I find a groove I try
To do the coolest thing which is
Provide for you the truest thing that I
Can move which is a mountain
(I do it, quite cool) can’t nobody do it
Like I do i am
The suicidal idol as soon as I die it’s vital
To know that my music could
Be a UFO if beautiful
Aliens could ride along to my songs my python
Inside of my suit i’m six feet under how
About I do the impossible and reach up
() and then grab my bride as
A pre-nup come back to life
And then we up don’t get
Mad at the sacrifice enough
I went downtown to find a bucket
Hat came back up with
The crown can’t nobody really fuck
With that every ghetto
Every hood get down! One’s for
The lover two’s for
The blues three’s for the
Other four’s for the
Clue one’s for the other two’s for the blues
Three’s for the other four’s for the clue
Back on the mic
It’s a rapper’s delight snacking on rappers
Out of spite these rappers can’t
Write, so I laugh at what they write
These niggas faggots on the mic but
I pat them on the back with
A knife maybe they can have that
And a glass, goodnight! yeah
Spinal fluid the way I make music is
Quite lucid you might trip to it but I get
Stupid when my shit gets fluid as in
When it makes your asses bounce to
It amount to this: millions
Of dollars and mountains of Cristal
Getting poured on a chick
More than enough to get a
Nigga bored in the whip
With the baddest chick talking about
The floor isn’t it
I went downtown to find a bucket
Hat came back up with
The crown can’t nobody really fuck
With that every ghetto
Every hood get down! One’s for
The lover two’s for
The blues three’s for the
Other four’s for the
Clue one’s for the other two’s for the blues
Three’s for the other four’s for the clue
Some "How to be Awesome
" as a class the chick
That started Aftermath brought me
To the sun an awesome one awesome she is
And awesome is the talk from the sun and
I’m the sun you ain’t gotta try
To rhyme with him at all, y’all it’s
Like ball, y’all, when you’re tall
Y’all some of y’all are off the yard
But y’all can watch me as
I ball laugh at y’all who have
A ball i have a ball
When I rap can’t say the same for
Y’all when you rap y’all cats
Is wack and I’m awesome keep talking
Crap because I’ma off them
I went downtown to find a bucket
Hat came back up with
The crown can’t nobody really fuck
With that every ghetto
Every hood get down! One’s for
The lover two’s for
The blues three’s for the
Other four’s for the
Clue one’s for the other two’s for the blues
Three’s for the other four’s for the clue
As soon as I find a groove I try
To do the coolest thing which is
Provide for you the truest thing that I
Can move which is a mountain
(I do it, quite cool) can’t nobody do it
Like I do i am
The suicidal idol as soon as I die it’s vital
To know that my music could
Be a UFO if beautiful
Aliens could ride along to my songs my python
Inside of my suit i’m six feet under how
About I do the impossible and reach up
() and then grab my bride as
A pre-nup come back to life
And then we up don’t get
Mad at the sacrifice enough
I went downtown to find a bucket
Hat came back up with
The crown can’t nobody really fuck
With that every ghetto
Every hood get down! One’s for
The lover two’s for
The blues three’s for the
Other four’s for the
Clue one’s for the other two’s for the blues
Three’s for the other four’s for the clue
Back on the mic
It’s a rapper’s delight snacking on rappers
Out of spite these rappers can’t
Write, so I laugh at what they write
These niggas faggots on the mic but
I pat them on the back with
A knife maybe they can have that
And a glass, goodnight! yeah
Spinal fluid the way I make music is
Quite lucid you might trip to it but I get
Stupid when my shit gets fluid as in
When it makes your asses bounce to
It amount to this: millions
Of dollars and mountains of Cristal
Getting poured on a chick
More than enough to get a
Nigga bored in the whip
With the baddest chick talking about
The floor isn’t it
I went downtown to find a bucket
Hat came back up with
The crown can’t nobody really fuck
With that every ghetto
Every hood get down! One’s for
The lover two’s for
The blues three’s for the
Other four’s for the
Clue one’s for the other two’s for the blues
Three’s for the other four’s for the clue