Chubb Rock - The Bad Boyz Lyrics
[chubb rock]Chubb is a loveable guy, not a teddy riley groupIt deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say Im soupIm really not, and I dont really think I amBut Im convinced, that I can make a funky jamSo if you wanna, support the man thats gonnaJump up on the scene deliver lyrics that are sorta meanWith the cream of the crop, chubb rock will never stopShowin his intelligence quotient, things are potentPrime time rhymes thats floatin blowin and knowinThat its goin to be considered the topic Ive hitheredFeelings between the music sceneWhile I move to the groove like akeem.. olujawonThe don upon the team that plays real calm, ego all goneChubb doesnt like to be hyperI wait for my prey and then I react like a tigerClip up, pick up, rip them all up andAnd then I heard my history callinReadin readin, chubb never had a clueAnd this is not what I was taught in school andDecoyed, made every grade was a ployThat mislead the head of the bad boy - robin![ms. robin - patois best guess]A gwan chubb, ah do gwan chubbA gwan chubb, yes ah gwan chubbOh a gwan chubb, lord ah gwan chubbMe nah stop chubb til me get some cashAhh ms-ah-robin ah de cream of de cropSay lightning ah flash, an thunder a clapAn watch everyting known as stars just a crashThe tea for the spoon and de fork on de plateAnd de tv on de bed an de watch said notNow lord miss-ah-robin say you no-oh-fi-chatAh-when you a-chat me say ya knot on barkAh wha gwan chubb, yes a gwan chubb, hmmm[chubb rock]Last summer, my tune went to numberTwo on the countdown, I had a frownOn my grill cause I knew that until I wentTo number one I couldnt consider myself the oneBut the one came back with a hardcore devilish rapFully strapped, definitely aimed atThings that made me, no one can pay meEnough to sell out, call a bluff and huffAnd blow the house down that I builtAnd meeting old homeboys like giz and milkDefinitely happy - howie tee kept meOn the level of a star so the squads can sweat meCause chubb rock always seem to rock the placePeace to the homeboys amityville and maseOn the anita baker tip Im gonna bring ya joyThe overjoy of the bad boy - robin![ms. robin - patois best guess]Dem ah come, lord dem a comeYes dem ah come, yes dem a comeA wicked go my tongue when de fire start burnDe wicked dem gon melt like ? ? against sunDe fire a gon burn down de ouse of sodomDe fire a gon burn down de man we touch by ? ?Lord dem a come, lord dem a comeSo dem have dem gone but me ah ave noneMe take off on di foot and me started to runBut when me come back me say di fight cyant doneIm suh-robin come out wit de baddest can doneLord dem a come, yes dem a comeLord dem a come..
