Charles Hamilton - The Cookout lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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 a** 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 sh** 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, f** euphoria Making 16 out of 5 words: Y'all ain't f**ing with me I do me, that's my state of mind, follow me [Hook] [Verse 2] 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? n***a 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? [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 d** 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