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Chubb Rock - Ya Bad Chubbs lyrics
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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