Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just The Two Of Us, artist - Chubb Rock. Album song The One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.1991
Record label: Select
Song language: English
Just The Two Of Us |
Yoooooo! |
Chubb Rock comin back hard for nineteen nine-TY! |
Word up, word up |
Kick this out to my man Rob Swinga, Hot Dog Dinky |
Manager (?) Ev Lover y’knahmsayin? |
Dr. No, here we go. |
It’s the Hitman, yes the Hitman, yo ya know it |
The thirst quencher, the man on the sequencer |
He was scared to kick a sixteen bar, he’s not a rap star |
Not saying that I am, but I’m the jam |
I’m going to kick a little not a Dr. Suess riddle |
No cats in hats, fox in some socks |
But to the DJ jocks check your clocks |
Half past what? |
Time to bust nut |
Not a pistachio; |
he uses a Casio keyboard |
And a Tascam board |
To kick in the P-50, get nifty |
Born with the gift, time to get riffed |
Not with the manufacturing of a spliff |
He never rolled one; |
never sold none |
The beats give me the high that brought fame to us |
And, how we gonna kick it, How? |
(Just the two of us!) |
Chubb has been dope since he came out the shaft of his pops' wood |
Yes I’m (*good!*) |
Yo he shouted and he plopped into the uterus |
And they knew this about me; |
was gonna be a dope MC |
When I get on the mic my windpipe strikes and ignites |
A lyric when you hear it you fear it and like |
Chubb is not a man to get souped like Campbell |
I’m the man with the plan and my jam sells |
Like a whore, in the store, hardcore and more |
On the tour makin money you never saw |
I don’t like dreaming, never ever beam and |
Never involved with girls like like scheming |
Or skiing or toboggan sledding, cause I’m shredding |
Any thoughts of a wedding, so Helen, Keller |
Listen to the rules and |
Me and Hitman Howie Tee is all about coolin |
She went buckwild, screamed, yelled, hollered |
I told her I loved her and then she did a solid |
Did it real good like a nice girl should |
Back polish waxed up the hood |
Yo Hitman Howie Tee you should have seen her on me |
She got all Vanessa Del Rio on me |
But after she slept cause I had nothin left |
On the Martin Butler tip, yes half step |
But yo cousin Howie Tee and me |
Our love is all about making a dope LP |
That will crush and sell and bum rush |
Don’t hush, how we gonna do it How? |
(Just the two of us!) |