Letras
Chubb is a lovable guy, not the Ted Lee Riley group
It deeply grooves me, grieves me if you say I'm souped
I'm really not, and I don't really think I am
But I'm convinced that I can make a funky jam
So if you wanna support the man that's gonna
Jump up on the scene, deliver lyrics that are sorta mean
With the cream of the crop, Chubb Rock will never stop
Showin his intelligence quotient, things are potent
Prime time, rhyme's floatin, blowin and knowin
That it's goin to be considered a topic of hithered
Feelings between the music scene
While I move to the groove like Hakeem
Olawujuan, the don upon the team
That plays real calm, ego all gone
Chubb doesn't like to be hyper
I wait for my prey and then I react like a tiger
Clipper, pick up, rip them all up and
And then I heard my history callin
Readin, readin, Chubb never had a clue and
This is not what I was taught in school and
Decoy, made every grade was a ploy
That misled the head of the bad boy
Robin!
I goin chat, ahh, I goin chat, I goin chat
Yes I goin chat, ohh I goin chat, Lord I goin chat
Me nah stop chat 'til me get some cash
Ahh Mr. Robin, you a the cream of the crop
Say lightning a flash and thunder a clap
I watch everything, now they started to crash
The table, the spoon, and the fork, and the pot
And the TV, and the bed, and the what's-it-not
Lord, Lord, Mr. Robin say you know how fi chat
And when you a chat, me say you nah turn back
Ahh, I goin chat, yes I goin chat, hmmm
Last summer, my tune went to number
Two on the countdown, I had a frown on my grill
Cause I knew that until I went to number one
I couldn't consider myself the one
But the one came back with a hardcore devilish rap
Fully strapped, definitely aimed at
Things that made me, no one can pay me
Enough to sell out, call a bluff and huff
And blow the house down that I built
And meeting old homeboys like Giz and Milk
Definitely happy, Howie Tee kept me
On the level of a star so the squads could sweat me
Cause Chubb Rock always seem to rock the place
Peace to the homies Amityville and Mase
On the Anita Baker tip I'm gonna bring you joy
The overjoy of the bad boy
Robin!
Dem a come, Lord dem a come
Yes dem a come, yes dem a come
A weh dem a go tun when the fire start bun
The wicked a go melt like butter 'gainst sun
Fire a go bun down the house of Sodom
And fire a go bun dem man weh touch bottom
Lord dem a come, Lord dem a come
Say dem have dem gun but me nah have none
Me take off fi me foot and me started to run
But when me come back, me say the fight cyaan done
And Mr. Robin come and with him bag, this cyaan done
Lord dem a come, yes dem a come
Lord dem a come, yes dem a come
Yes dem a come, yes dem a come
Yes dem a come, yes dem a come