Low Co. Lyrics & Tabs by Homeboy Sandman
Low Co.
guitar chords lyrics
Hook
Low Cos the front
People they keep a low pro in the back
I never sounded so-so on the cut
I ain't the cat that sold his sole soul for the scratch
Yo, when I talk, listen. I build and arc, flood it, and escape
Marks running his base like Marquis Grissom
Marks running in place on marquees
Nonsense narcissism, which God sees, this was God given upon me as part of part-nership
It came with con-ditons
The first being: non-fiction; I'm Shaun T
Honor the omniscient
Describe for the all seeing
Now strive as an artisan
I'm known like the coefficient, for true official, true efficient
Describe for the all seeing
Now strive as an artisan
I'm known like the coefficient, for true official, true efficient
Orpheus homie I teach fishin'
Can't stand the degrees?
Then Homie leave kitchens
Peaks is beyond reach even beyond Reed Richards
I ain't wishin' for rags to riches?-- If I could turn fist to man then misses rags is sufficient
Conquest through my composition
The clock tickin'
And all the while the plot thicken'
You might want [to] check it out
Repeat Hook
My next is: be that next ish
Such that the members [of] my species crown me founding father to following feces
Ain't got no twitter followers who commit to following to holler for freebies?-- Ain't no Jollywood and Hollywood backstage models and bottles of Fiji
Your eyelids are getting very heay
Your getting very sleepy?-- Hypnosis is a focus of the ____ promotin' while ____ behold on the T.V.
Ironic they take being hardened; make it look easy?-- Portrayed a dis a grade the greed sides like greens of the leafy?-- Made totin' Mac something PC before Mac and a PC?-- My I say I'm on it like BB & CC but it's only true like only twos in a package of Reese's?-- Simple fact is rap is jacked like Jack and his bean seed who planted his beanstalk come on up the E&P?-- Only sayin' industry's bees knees biggest music factory since C & C Sweet Dreams
Repeat Hook
You can find me in the Who's Who of who's huge on YouTube
My tunes for the Tutsis and the Hutus the Crips and Pirus who can't hide from high risk at high noon
And good sisters who's dissed, dismissed, and fools whistling from stoops like wild wolves howlin' at full moons
"How Rude!"
The here and now, hear it now, no loud crowds and thousands gone wild isn't how I do
Guerrilla monsoon
Godzilla confused, and every bar dipping the fondue
The fuzz doesn't approve pumpin' the volume
Fongool, the Food Glorious Food [is] the fuel
The decorative bowls of frozen fruit
Light a fuze within the skulls of the chosen few
The environs remain a zoo
Until it's lime-wired inside zones out the wazoo
Repeat Hook twice
Beleedat!
