"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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[Chubb Rock]
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6 foot 3, 260 and change
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?? ?? a little comedic and strange
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Because we can have many friends, at least people that they call that
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They use your brain but they're insane because I ignore that
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No ego, cause I will be no, platinum big-headed rapper
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that don't realize there's two directions on the ladder
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You wanna go 'head, walk straight, walk good
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Don't blame your sales on retails, thinkin that the store should
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think of reordering about five-hundred thousand
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Just be glad of the success you had and you're arousin
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Somebody's brain out there, your year's gonna come
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You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
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Waitin for my turn to burn
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and get a million-five, and a tax return
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that be reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
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Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
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New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
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No more making black songs, wack songs please stop!
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If show business is a woman, I don't trust her
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but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster
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"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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[Chubb Rock]
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The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986
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with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix
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And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent
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Howie by my side, with his pesticide for the rodents
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I'd flow - get on the mic and say, "Yo one two"
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Test and MC's start fessin
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Jettin cause my weapon among the children was my gung-ho attitude
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to use my tongue and lash and lick them up
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then pick them up then just fix them up then mix them up with
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a knowledgeable man that went to college and astonished
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racist teachers with all the modern preachers
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Crack beepers, yes knowledgeable preachers
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but that didn't effect, The Chubbster
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I'm from Brooklyn, so I have a little hustler
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in my blood, when I kick the scam, they all will flock to it
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Get my music and bop to it
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Gassed my head but I was goin for my doctorate
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or my Ph.D in P-A-I-D, see
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I got into the business to get paid not sprayed
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with BS which is an acronym for a much larger word
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and if preferred, I'll say it
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But then again; radio won't play it
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cause they're cracking down on hip-hop
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but it will not slow down or stop
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Every year it creates a sellout tour
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and this year has room for The Chubbster
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".. go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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".. go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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".. go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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[Chubb Rock]
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Conceited I'm not, but convinced I am
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Slam a jam that'll scare even the Son of Sam
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In Sing-Sing he will sing simple songs to bring
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tears to your eyes, because you deny he's a king
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such as myself, cause myself is on his shelf
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As for myself, I went for self cause myself needs financial
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health and wealth like ki's for G's
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cause cocaine ki's is for those who have morphine needs
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Veins all ripped up, capillaries all stitched up
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A grand a day, hey you slipped up
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The Chubbster doesn't believe in the drug scene
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Able to make me feel hip? I'd rather wear Gabberdine's
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My quarter fill will be my thrill
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My Clyde's will collide with my grill, as for drugs that's nil
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Not or no, cause Yo! MTV will never see me smokin rocks
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and ban me from The Box with Disney
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Cause drugs can't assist me or assist you
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Blood on your tissue that's ill so chill
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And when you come back you better come back even harder
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Praise to the man upstairs, yes The Father
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Positive tip, now dance on the floor
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and have room for The Chubbster
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"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
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[Chubb Rock]
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In ninety-one you will find me just
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chillin countin shillings livin it up is a must
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A Benz is not needed to portray my wealth
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A Jaguar is not a symbol for a star
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but Nelson Mandela, is a fellow I consider to be true blue
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Long live the ANC, Walter Sisulu
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The rest of the people involved, the problem isn't solved yet
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but you can bet..
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that united we stand, divided it's over
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Without us, this planet will begin to nova
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