| Yoooooo!
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| Chubb Rock comin back hard for nineteen nine-TY!
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| Word up, word up
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| Kick this out to my man Rob Swinga, Hot Dog Dinky
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| Manager (?) Ev Lover y’knahmsayin? |
| Dr. No, here we go.
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| It’s the Hitman, yes the Hitman, yo ya know it
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| The thirst quencher, the man on the sequencer
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| He was scared to kick a sixteen bar, he’s not a rap star
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| Not saying that I am, but I’m the jam
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| I’m going to kick a little not a Dr. Suess riddle
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| No cats in hats, fox in some socks
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| But to the DJ jocks check your clocks
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| Half past what? |
| Time to bust nut
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| Not a pistachio; |
| he uses a Casio keyboard
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| And a Tascam board
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| To kick in the P-50, get nifty
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| Born with the gift, time to get riffed
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| Not with the manufacturing of a spliff
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| He never rolled one; |
| never sold none
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| The beats give me the high that brought fame to us
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| And, how we gonna kick it, How?
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| (Just the two of us!)
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| Chubb has been dope since he came out the shaft of his pops' wood
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| Yes I’m (*good!*)
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| Yo he shouted and he plopped into the uterus
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| And they knew this about me; |
| was gonna be a dope MC
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| When I get on the mic my windpipe strikes and ignites
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| A lyric when you hear it you fear it and like
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| Chubb is not a man to get souped like Campbell
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| I’m the man with the plan and my jam sells
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| Like a whore, in the store, hardcore and more
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| On the tour makin money you never saw
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| I don’t like dreaming, never ever beam and
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| Never involved with girls like like scheming
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| Or skiing or toboggan sledding, cause I’m shredding
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| Any thoughts of a wedding, so Helen, Keller
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| Listen to the rules and
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| Me and Hitman Howie Tee is all about coolin
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| She went buckwild, screamed, yelled, hollered
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| I told her I loved her and then she did a solid
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| Did it real good like a nice girl should
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| Back polish waxed up the hood
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| Yo Hitman Howie Tee you should have seen her on me
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| She got all Vanessa Del Rio on me
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| But after she slept cause I had nothin left
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| On the Martin Butler tip, yes half step
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| But yo cousin Howie Tee and me
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| Our love is all about making a dope LP
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| That will crush and sell and bum rush
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| Don’t hush, how we gonna do it How?
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| (Just the two of us!) |