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Chubb Rock - Another Statistic lyrics
Four out of.. ten murders.. are love related Keep your 'ood, in-a your pants And dese tings won't 'appen to you Check out da bwoy-a-story [chubb rock] Tell him! excuse me, i beg your pardon Inform him, that chubb is playin in your secret garden Cause he didn't cut - the lawn, correctly I have a green thumb, you're not dumb, that's why you sweat me You wanna have your cake and eat it too, so do i You're sneaking around, we're sneaking around, so why Do you wanna continue, comin to every venue You don't tell him, i'll offend you This ain't right so put him down on the scoop That you're a blow-up sex doll for every group Where are the footsteps that you followed Tippy-toed to my crib and did me a solid You answered every question i ever had On the female anatomy - after you sat on me Cheating is more serious than the taking of pellum(?) So tell him, before i tell him If mary had told her boyfriend Like she was supposed to, none of this would be happening [chubb rock] Tell him! his feelings, you disregard You took his credit card, went on the boulevard You bought me shirt after shirt with his hard-earned work You treat him like dirt My conscience said to me, "yo chubbs you better be Careful, she gave you the keys to his cherokee Jeep - but i don't wanna go six feet deep In the dirt for some skirt" I was gonna cut her off but the stuff was kinda dope The dope even paid my car note, nope I'm gonna let her go yet until i get This girl can really get me out of financial debt, huh So i chill, passion kills, tears spilled On an innocent grill then overspilled The guilt, stuck in my chest so i suggest That you tell him, maybe you can start off fresh Cheating is more serious than the taking of pellum(?) So tell him, before i tell him If mary had told her boyfriend Like she was supposed to, none of this would be happening [chubb rock] Here's one more bang for the road - uhh Never again will you explode Like this you might miss the imprint of my fist Embedded in the bed by your head "don't leave me chubb, don't leave me chubb," she screamed "i got access to all of his green I lust for your pelvic thrust so why don't you trust Don't fuss, he'll never find out about us" But baby, i can't see you no more and.. {*knocking*} .. let me see who's at the door {*door creaks*} Yo who are you? Who me? you don't know man? Why i'm gonna shoot ya {*machine gun fire*} If chubbs had kept his prick in his pants Like he was supposed to, none of this would have happened |
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