Chubb Rock - Life Lyrics
Yeah, its like this..Chubb rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dockSon, rock..[chorus: billy lawrence *sung*]Do you know, where youre goin to?Do you like the things that life is showin you?Where are you goin to?Do you know, what youre lookin for?Do you like the things that life has in store?Chubb holds it down for sure..[chubb rock]Ever since mom kissed me and said, seek life!My mind had an idea like that kid with the kiteNo caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyesRedness done, so I can script my life like mary bligeIve, been around the world in 90 days, pro-ratedLike prince no shame for that past few sheilas Ive datedMade it, with only one but Im foreshadowing the rhymeLike a nice pirollo(? ) wine, life takes timeIm, one of two and to see it a one whos part of manyThe quarters of my thoughts will cost more than a damn pennyAny debate we can correlate as to my release dateA nine-seven slate, new york state will have to check meIts been some time since the break of the dawnThe genre has definitely changed since Ive been goneWhether, bad or good the flow remain tightSo I can come and drop my li-ight, li-ight[chorus][chubb rock]Well in the past black men used to work for (? )My age group was plotting to obtain dead nixonsThe plot, had three vectors for young prospectorsSchool, entertain, or become hannibal lectorsStressors, used to stress the best, cess wineBut at that particular time I chose to use my mindGoody too, size twelve shoe the troy ave grewWaited til, after eighteen to introduce the brewDowned the suds and gave a street buzzHigh in the +forrest+ but stupid is as, stupid doesAnd, thats all I have to say about thatFlipped a pulitzer prize script and started rapSimplistic at first, and the knowledge came laterRob-ski, dave wit, and swanny on the faderThe struggle was on but the fame was in sightAnd the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life[chorus][chubb rock]The low point was mad low when I lost james losSpent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro broAnd thats all I got to say, about thatWhile I give thanks to the man that my brother and Im backOnward, to the medals while the boys aged the mixTo the mental utopia, so walk past the sixAnd the rhyme and the flow, must stay real tightLike its always been in my li-i-ife, my life[chorus]
