Charles Hamilton - The Cookout lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - The Cookout lyrics]
Why you gotta be watching me while
I'm just doing my thing?
There ain't nothing right here to see so
Just let me do my thing
I came up, watched people change up
Man the world just ain't the same
Well I ain't going nowhere, don't worry
Just let me do my thing
So, let's describe me, blessed as I be
I still get stressed, gotta dress to impress
Still get fresh, but the rest that find me
Strange don't care cause the
Fresh get spoiled royal pain in the ass I
Got a throne in annoying
It's a ocean full of sharks you
Get thrown in for being annoying
Lost you, didn't I?
Didn't I blow your mind, the Delfonics
You may as well vomit, I'm Pepto Bismol
Literally
Your stomach gets sick from this shit
Then I suggest you twist off the
Cap and digest the pink
I bet you think I can't do nothing for you
This is me for ya, fuck euphoria
Making 16 out of 5 words:
Y'all ain't fucking with me
I do me, that's my state of mind, follow me
In my mind I'm at a
Cookout in Marcus Garvey Park
While I spark the Marley with
Nate as my lookout
If I get caught getting high
Will they see me?
Nigga I'm really high off the hemi - haze
So if I'm high then the
Cops'll have to look up
But, if they reach up and grab
Me they gon' look up my police file
See how I have a warrant for arson
Burning up tracks, forever sparking
Conversation flaming the minds
Of the retarded setting ablaze the work of
These feeble artists
Bring ether to my targets
KKK when I'm burning crosses
The one they hang around their neck
It's just a chain
And they don't know a thing about respect
Or why that man died
I'm not going gospel am I?
I'm just saying don't cop it, rock it
And not know a thing about the topic, Got it?
I can't feel my face, I'm so high
Or maybe cause it's like 12 degrees outside
Why? Well I smoke Cali from
A Phillie in New York
Playing Chicago outside a Chinese restaurant
Maybe the Vodka got a spell on me
This groove should a felony
Trafficking drugs from state to state
Coast to coast, even across the ocean I float
Maybe y'all ain't comprehend the metaphor
I cause a better war between Russia and China
But Cali and New York settle scores
We're pathetic ya'll
This intoxication got me making
Major mistakes in sobriety
But when I wake up, ain't
Nobody trying me born alone, die alone
But misery loves company
So you're all welcome to die with me Finally
In conclusion, introducing
The deepest rapper in the movement
Rather, the pinkest rapper in the movement
I'm pretty sure you getting use
To it Charles Hamilton
Dammit I live to do this
I'm just doing my thing?
There ain't nothing right here to see so
Just let me do my thing
I came up, watched people change up
Man the world just ain't the same
Well I ain't going nowhere, don't worry
Just let me do my thing
So, let's describe me, blessed as I be
I still get stressed, gotta dress to impress
Still get fresh, but the rest that find me
Strange don't care cause the
Fresh get spoiled royal pain in the ass I
Got a throne in annoying
It's a ocean full of sharks you
Get thrown in for being annoying
Lost you, didn't I?
Didn't I blow your mind, the Delfonics
You may as well vomit, I'm Pepto Bismol
Literally
Your stomach gets sick from this shit
Then I suggest you twist off the
Cap and digest the pink
I bet you think I can't do nothing for you
This is me for ya, fuck euphoria
Making 16 out of 5 words:
Y'all ain't fucking with me
I do me, that's my state of mind, follow me
In my mind I'm at a
Cookout in Marcus Garvey Park
While I spark the Marley with
Nate as my lookout
If I get caught getting high
Will they see me?
Nigga I'm really high off the hemi - haze
So if I'm high then the
Cops'll have to look up
But, if they reach up and grab
Me they gon' look up my police file
See how I have a warrant for arson
Burning up tracks, forever sparking
Conversation flaming the minds
Of the retarded setting ablaze the work of
These feeble artists
Bring ether to my targets
KKK when I'm burning crosses
The one they hang around their neck
It's just a chain
And they don't know a thing about respect
Or why that man died
I'm not going gospel am I?
I'm just saying don't cop it, rock it
And not know a thing about the topic, Got it?
I can't feel my face, I'm so high
Or maybe cause it's like 12 degrees outside
Why? Well I smoke Cali from
A Phillie in New York
Playing Chicago outside a Chinese restaurant
Maybe the Vodka got a spell on me
This groove should a felony
Trafficking drugs from state to state
Coast to coast, even across the ocean I float
Maybe y'all ain't comprehend the metaphor
I cause a better war between Russia and China
But Cali and New York settle scores
We're pathetic ya'll
This intoxication got me making
Major mistakes in sobriety
But when I wake up, ain't
Nobody trying me born alone, die alone
But misery loves company
So you're all welcome to die with me Finally
In conclusion, introducing
The deepest rapper in the movement
Rather, the pinkest rapper in the movement
I'm pretty sure you getting use
To it Charles Hamilton
Dammit I live to do this