Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Treat 'Em Right (Chubb Mental), artist - Chubb Rock. Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Song language: English
Treat 'Em Right (Chubb Mental) |
| With a lean and a pocket full of green |
| The green doesn’t symbolize I made it on the top |
| But Robo Cop 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 whack |
| 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 |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| 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 times, 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 all between Gates and Green |
| Always says hello 'cause I’m a modest fellow |
| Never try to play a super star that’s mellow |
| 'Cause if these kids don’t go buy our records |
| We’ll be has-beens and plus naked |
| So we owe them, so 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 |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| 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 |
| Sanity Crystal, my niece and Lady Kazan, my home girl, peace |
| And leave the guns and have fun out, and oh yeah, sing it |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Treat me right, I’ll treat you good |
| Well, coming back the nineteen ninety |
| Chubb Rock jumps upon 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 Chubs 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, please |
| Treat me right |
| Treat me right |
| Treat me right |