Chubb Rock

Chubb Rock - Yabadabadoo lyrics

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Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone
 Diggedy da di la di da di  baby there's a party
 But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu
 You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati
 A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body
 And I can never pass up a chance to romance them
 Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome
 So money take a tip if you flip and you slip
 You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips
 So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb
 And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb
 Every morning breakfast in bed is served
 Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb
 So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes
 Shot em all dead when they try to test
 So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win
 If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M.
 So can I get a shout
 Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out
 Yabadabadoo
 Verse Two: Chubb Rock
 Wow look at the size of his chest
 Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home
 Before the little kitten throws a stone
 The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop
 Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism
 Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he
 The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one
 Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh
 He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy
 Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set
 Caught nuff wreck
 The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher
 Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn
 I cram to understand the plan ma'am
 I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now
 Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow
 Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow
 For a strong sequel word up to the people
 The people; you mean power to them
 While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha
 He's buzzing, cummin at cha
 And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics
 While I kick it and you hear it
 Even Helen Keller word up can hear it
 From the rustler lyrical hustler
 The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster
 Yabadabadoo
 Verse Three: Rob Swinga
 Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat
 Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap
 Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab
 I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad
 Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum
 And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done
 I'm nifty powerful like an M-60
 And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy
 Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would
 And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should
 When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X
 Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex
 And style or position is my selection
 But I won't play without my contraception
 Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill
 If worse comes to worse then I use no frills
 So check it check it check it check it check it one two
 Yabadabadoo
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Author: Alex Richbourg, Franky "Nitty" Pimental, Jean-Claude Olivier, Richard Simpson (2), Robert Dicks, Samuel Barnes

Composer: ?

Publisher: Select Records

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

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