Chubb Rock - East Vs. West Lyrics
[chubb rock]High sprung with the beat and the groove is sweet licoriceWhether you're white-ish, redneck-ish or (?) figureishWhether you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammerYou a city hood or you're just country bammerWhen, afraid our records would hit the top tenBut they're illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scornBorn, break up zulu dawnWhether big apple, n.y. straight to californ'Or miami beach, swing bassed up the hoochieIf you sample george clint', you praise crazed bootsyOr the j.r., texas kids with the hee-hawAnd the dj kids cut {*scratch*}It's strictly hip-hop, one two you don't stopIt's chubb rock with the chubb, and with the rawwwwwwwwk!Testin the waters a bitCause i don't understand all this east/west bullshit[chorus]East vs. west, one contestLet's see what rap kid rocks shit the bestEast vs. west, one contestLet's see what producer produce shit the bestEast vs. west, one contestLet's see what rap kid rocks shit the bestEast vs. west, that's nonsenseLet's go on the ninety-six fresh fest[chubb rock]Whether it's he say or she say, they say or i sayIf you believe in ali, or you call him cassius clayIf you're gold or platinum if those, metals don't happenWe're, all up in this peace rappin, no hands clappinUntil me done when the simple tone turns into a humPraise to d.m.c., i might need help from reverand runIf you boast to each coast, and you test who's the bestThank god jehovah, allah and buddha blessPeople, no sequel cause i might be dead next weekAnd after next week i can't turn the other cheekThis against that, high against the - hatBlack against black that is wack against wackI've seen the promised land so the earth don't faze meSo, i should diss my brother and let the white man pay me - nahI'll try to test the waters a bitCause i don't understand all this east/west bullshit[chorus][chubb rock]Whether it's.. or..Whether it's.. or..Whether you think magic johnson still has the magicOr when michael jordan left basketball it was tragicIf pat rules the knicks or feel rodman is a freakIf we don't stick together we'll be up shit's creek peopleAfter the single there might be a sequel levelAnd what we can't solve we'll leave for the devilMe myself i don't care who's to blameIf the shit don't cease, we'll all have the same nameYou can say ***** it, or have two quarters in the bucketIf you're folding sheets, or you're folding pure nuggets(?) if you get a record deal or a publishing dealWhether you're aneroxic or you have sex appeal(?) whether you're food stampin, jackin a mansionWhether you live in compton or you chill in east hampton(?) whether it's weed or blow, your wife or your hoeI don't care if you mailroom'n or you ceoYou're still a nigga..
