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Nineteen ninety |
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Chubb rock jumps up on the scene |
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With a lean |
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And a pocket full of green |
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The green doesn't symbolize i made it on the top |
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But robocop last year was a shock |
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The tone of the popeye cut shook your butt |
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Kids are screaming; the media says, "what... |
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"kind of music is this for you to dance to?" |
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The man with the plan and the man demands you |
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Leave the smack and the crack for the wack |
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Or the vile and the nine; keep a smile like that |
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Leave the knife and the gun in the store |
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And ignore temptation |
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Sent by the nation |
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Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep |
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In your hearts and minds never forget yusef |
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Hawkins |
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And you're walking |
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You don't just run |
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Black on black; remember that; it's important |
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Anyway the shunless one brings forth the fun |
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No hatred; the summer's almost done |
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No time for sleep |
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Jump in your jeep |
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And pump up the funky beat a whole week |
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Beeper goes off yo smash it and trash it |
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You're too young to be plumped in a casket |
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Just get your boys and bring the noise |
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And just swing it |
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And party people, sing it |
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Chorus: |
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Treat me right |
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I'll treat you good |
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Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man |
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"can he come out? can he come out and slam a jam? |
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"i'm his number one fan, yes i am" |
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All these kids realize that i'm the man |
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Six foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch bigger |
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Than last year, but still a unique figure |
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Rob swinger, doc no, dinky, and hot dog know |
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That i'm a man who was born to have a mic on |
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Next to me at all time; ready to kick a rhyme |
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That will keep me out of financial bind |
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That's why when it comes to fans i'm never mean |
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Kids all see me between gates and green |
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Always say hello |
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Cause i'm a modest fellow |
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Never try and play a super star that's mellow |
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Cause if these kids don't go buy our records |
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We'll be has-beens and plus naked |
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So we owe them |
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So pull out your pen |
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Sign an autograph; you might make a new friend |
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So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it |
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And party people in the house, sing it |
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Chorus |
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Party people in the house, listen up |
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I'm the man with the plan and the man rips it up |
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Peace to howie tee, good lookin', gee |
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Swinger, hot dog, doc no, bud, ev lover, dinky |
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Fish and chips with the hippy hippy hips |
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Before the tune ends, give me some lips (ah!) |
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Sanity crystal, my niece |
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And lady kazam, my homegirl, peace |
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And leave the guns and have fun; out! |
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And oh yeah, sing it |
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Chorus |
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Break |
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Well coming back |
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To nineteen ninety |
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Chubb rock jumps up on the scene with a lean and a hardcore dream |
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The dream wasn't crafted to be pornographic |
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Decency started from the crib, plus kids |
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Don't need to hear all of that on the rap |
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The strength of my vibe placed chubbs on the map |
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Cause authority, seniority goes far |
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My staff gives autographs plus gives nuff laughs |
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Read my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you right |
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Just treat me right |
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Peace |
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Treat me right |
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Treat me right |
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Treat me right |