I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming
 Because I came around the town
 And everybody knows my sound is profound
 and I'm worth every pound
 The fourth LP and consumers don't sweat or fret
 Just go purchase the cassette
 The album comes on wax and on CD
 And hits hard from Ft. Greene to Chelsea
 Walk through The Color Purple  then through the Black Rain
 Always succeed cause I always use my brain
 Married my one and only fly cutie
 And always keep my same booking agent Rudy
 My pal partner Sal and my main man Al B. Sure!
 I'm sure the friendship is secure
 Your advice about the miec is always in me
 And B Sure! Peace to little Quincy
 And the Miss give a kiss and insist the Miss pump her fist
 And catch the gist of this *singing*
 I'm Mr. Chubb Rocker... I'm Mr. Fun
 I'm Mr. Smooth Rapper... I'm Mr. Number One
 Friends call me the Chubbster, any mic that I touch
 Seems to melt in my clutch... I'm too much
 Because I take a snake and shake and bake the flake
 Until I say for goodness drake
 Don't make no more damn mistakes
 And then I dunk a skunk, hunk, a punk who drunk some junk
 And sunk into the soup of life mixed with conch
 But I don't know what to do or what to say to him
 if he wants to h it me, let him destroy his kidney
 I don't care, no te ars for fears, give the kid another beer
 let him lose another year
 How can you do that, he knew that brew that, pursue that
 Walk down the street I'll just say "Who dat?"
 Walk the other way, looking at him makes me say
 Had a good complexion, now he looks gray
 I can't leave him alone because I'm civilized
 I don't want him drinking no more St. Ide's
 So my man, I got the plan
 You see the cyst growing on your wrist
 Connected to your fist, feel the gist of this
 And while you feel the gist of t his
 Go to the party and pump ya fist because *singing*
 I'm Mr. Chubb Rocker... I'm Mr. Care
 I'm Mr. Good Rapper... I'm Mr. Brand New year
 Friends call me the Chubbster, any person I touch
 Seems to change in my clutch... I'm too much