Chubb Rock - Treat 'em Right Lyrics
Nineteen ninetyChubb rock jumps up on the sceneWith a leanAnd a pocket full of greenThe green doesnt symbolize I made it on the topBut robocop last year was a shockThe tone of the popeye cut shook your buttKids 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 youLeave the smack and the crack for the wackOr the vile and the nine; keep a smile like thatLeave the knife and the gun in the storeAnd ignore temptationSent by the nationRacial gain causes pain; need a new repIn your hearts and minds never forget yusefHawkinsAnd youre walkingYou dont just runBlack on black; remember that; its importantAnyway the shunless one brings forth the funNo hatred; the summers almost doneNo time for sleepJump in your jeepAnd pump up the funky beat a whole weekBeeper goes off yo smash it and trash itYoure too young to be plumped in a casketJust get your boys and bring the noiseAnd just swing itAnd party people, sing itChorus:Treat me rightIll treat you goodKids in the crib want dibs on the big manCan he come out? can he come out and slam a jam?Im his number one fan, yes I amAll these kids realize that Im the manSix foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch biggerThan last year, but still a unique figureRob swinger, doc no, dinky, and hot dog knowThat Im a man who was born to have a mic onNext to me at all time; ready to kick a rhymeThat will keep me out of financial bindThats why when it comes to fans Im never meanKids all see me between gates and greenAlways say helloCause Im a modest fellowNever try and play a super star thats mellowCause if these kids dont go buy our recordsWell be has-beens and plus *****So we owe themSo pull out your penSign an autograph; you might make a new friendSo just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing itAnd party people in the house, sing itChorusParty people in the house, listen upIm the man with the plan and the man rips it upPeace to howie tee, good lookin, geeSwinger, hot dog, doc no, bud, ev lover, dinkyFish and chips with the hippy hippy hipsBefore the tune ends, give me some lips (ah!)Sanity crystal, my nieceAnd lady kazam, my homegirl, peaceAnd leave the guns and have fun; out!And oh yeah, sing itChorusBreakWell coming backTo nineteen ninetyChubb rock jumps up on the scene with a lean and a hardcore dreamThe dream wasnt crafted to be pornographicDecency started from the crib, plus kidsDont need to hear all of that on the rapThe strength of my vibe placed chubbs on the mapCause authority, seniority goes farMy staff gives autographs plus gives nuff laughsRead my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you rightJust treat me rightPeaceTreat me rightTreat me rightTreat me right
