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Chubb Rock - Letras


And The Winner Is... - Album




Ya Bad Chubbs


 







This is an introduction


To music that just be pumpin'


While hits just be dippin'


The intention is for humpin' the floor


Shinin' the wood with our jeans


If it's denim don't worry


It's hip hop don't hem 'em


Money earnin' concernin'


I'll be teachin' and learnin'


Gettin' hot from my rhymes and my looks


Not from bourbon


No solution no remedy


No cure like a deodorant


Yo you have to be sure


That if you talk up or walk up into myface


That wouldn't become a big public disgrace


'Cause I'll ban you, burn you up, and tan you


Treat you like the elephant


And man you will be hocked and locked in a jar with a lid


Hangin' on a wall in Michael Jackson's crib


'Cause I'm bad, in fact I'm a thriller


I drink milk, that's why I'm a top biller


Like a funeral home, I'll make a killing


I'm not Giz even though I'm still chillin'


Guys say I'm scary, girls say I'm cuddly


Rough like bark but dark and lovely


This ain't no game and I'm no toy


And like Anita Baker, I'll bring you joy


With my word when I open my mouth


Ask Oliver North to go and break south


A homo is a no-no but you know I'll smack a faggot


Boy, you got to see me, I'm rich like Jimmy Swaggart


I'm a loon and ya know, comin' soon


A rhyme kicked to this Popeye tune


This is hip hop with a little be-bop


And I won't flop 'cause I can't stop


I will mop up the slop and then go to the top


'Cause I'm not Robocop, I'm Chubb Rock


I'm Chubb Rock risin' and I'll break your leg


And I'm more than a forty ounce, I'm more like a keg


And I'm the big dipper, rippin' like Jack the Ripper


And if you want the proof, the proof is in my liquor


So you knew it and you blew it, let's get to it


Gonna run you over with a rhyme that's like a big Buick


And since you think you're slender, I'll slap you with a fender


And bind you up, wind you up, and grind you up in a blender


And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake


Oh damn, I should've had a V-8, oh well


I'll put you on a plate so it looks a little neater


You're a tramp, so I'll sprinkle salt and pepper


And paprika on your face, like mace


So you can taste immediately


Just like the base that went up your nose previously


So it seems you're too zooed to battle


Word's up chump, acne bump, skidaddle


You're a nine, I'm a ten


Victory is mine agai, this Bud's for me


So here, take a Heineken


With your self-esteem, you will never redeem


Like Martin Luther King, you have a dream


That maybe you will beat me, maybe defeat me


But you're too illiterate, so I won't consider it


Weak is the word and the rhyme is identical


This is not the late show


And I'm not Arsenio Hall


But quite tall with the gall


And I have magic and I can play ball


And guys won't boo this, girls will jsut screw this


It's ludicrous but we can dothis


'Cause you're new to this, Brutus


I'm so smooth that I'm the smoothest


I'm not handsome but I am the cutest you ever had


That's why I'm so glad that I'm so good I'm bad










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