Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Treat 'Em Right, artist - Chubb Rock. Album song The One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.05.1991
Record label: Select
Song language: English
Treat 'Em Right |
| with a lean and a pocket full of green |
| The green doesn’t symbolize I made it on the top |
| But Robocop last year was a shock |
| The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt |
| Kids are screaming; |
| the media says, What… |
| kind of music is this for you to dance to? |
| The man with the plan and the man demands you |
| Leave the smack and the crack for the wack |
| Or the vile and the nine; |
| keep a smile like that |
| Leave the knife and the gun in the store |
| and ignore temptation, sent by the nation |
| Racial gain causes pain; |
| need a new rep |
| In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef |
| Hawkins |
| And you’re walking |
| You don’t just run |
| Black on black; |
| remember that; |
| it’s important |
| Anyway the shunless one brings forth the fun |
| No hatred; |
| the summer’s almost done |
| No time for sleep |
| Jump in your Jeep |
| And pump up the funky beat a whole week |
| Beeper goes off yo smash it and trash it You’re too young to be plumped in a casket |
| Just get your boys and bring the noise |
| And just swing it And party people, sing it Treat me right |
| I’ll treat you good |
| Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man |
| Can he come out? |
| Can he come out and slam a jam? |
| I’m his number one fan, yes I am All these kids realize that I’m the man |
| Six foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch bigger |
| Than last year, but still a unique figure |
| Rob Swinger, Doc No, Dinky, and Hot Dog know |
| That I’m a man who was born to have a mic on Next to me at all time; |
| ready to kick a rhyme |
| That will keep me out of financial bind |
| That’s why when it comes to fans I’m never mean |
| Kids on St. James between Gates and Greene |
| Always say hello, cause I’m a modest fellow |
| Never try to play a super star that’s hollow |
| Cause if these kids don’t go buy our records |
| We’ll be has-beens — and plus naked |
| So we owe them, to pull out your pen |
| Sign an autograph; |
| you might make a new friend |
| So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it And party people in the house, sing it Party people in the house, listen up |
| I’m the man with the plan and the man rips it up Peace to Howie Tee, good lookin', gee |
| Swinger, Hot Dog, Doc No, Bud, Ev Lover, Dinky |
| Fish and chips with the hippy hippy hips |
| Before the tune ends, give me some lips (ah!) |
| Sanity Crystal, my niece |
| And Lady Kazam, my homegirl, peace |
| And leave the guns and have fun; |
| out! |
| And oh yeah, sing it Break |
| Well coming back |
| To nineteen ninety |
| Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene with a lean and a hardcore dream |
| The dream wasn’t crafted to be pornographic |
| Decency started from the crib, plus kids |
| Don’t need to hear all of that on the rap |
| The strength of my vibe placed Chubbs on the map |
| Cause authority, seniority goes far |
| My staff gives autographs plus gives nuff laughs |
| Read my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you right |
| Just treat me right |
| Peace |
| Treat me right |
| Treat me right |
| Treat me right |