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Chubb Rock
All attention to all of the, lyrical swigs
Whether you studio switch or you're, synching a gig
Yes! I address to all the known known factors
Where you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters
I. Smythe, whether you drive a Benz or a bike
Whether you straight hit or you go strictly dy*ke
d*ck Van, no drugs I only snort Dristan
And I point to the sister, and yes I can can
A, gangsta lean get funky like a latrine and
lyrics scream deep into the +Roots+ like Ben Vereen
Rockin, the Apple, since the Mayor were (?)
I smacked double platinum, or hit gold watch
I'll achieve, notoriety just like (?)
Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the breeze
But hey, parlay - you don't know my way
These are the games we play..
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Hey, hey, hey (hey hey)
These are the games we play
"I don't know what else to say" -> Biggie Smalls
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Chubb Rock
Journalists script s**t, that gets me kind of p*ssed
No real award given to the, funkiest hits and
lyrics get prolific and, kids start to sip it
Esophagus start bulge, specific and centrific
Get a dollar, if I sell more than the group Abba
The Source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo
The pulse that revived the crash crew
If I'm rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww
Why they, can't downgrade but if they try
I rock from Brooklyn to that Crooked-Letter-I
I, my temper, I remember starts to boil
The (? ?) but happy that the heads stayed loyal
The groove hits the ground from the maker of "Get Down"
Peace love and all that s**t plus five pound
Buy hey, parlay - you don't know my way
These are the games we play..
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Chubb Rock
Mo hits the beat then Chubb handles the rappin
The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra napkins
And the girls 'pon Flatbush look stush without my googles
And look as they squint then I blink push up the throttle
I, meet this to eat this I, leave this to Beavis
If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penis
Oooh, I had to go and rip your whole crew
with freeze love ran land b*tt rub and blue ooh
dippi - dippi dip on you
With all my and squads and the, funkiest jew
Ar-tistic lift it start the trend to the phonics
And, funk all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics
Ghetto tales, start to prevail the s**t
Whether you're East West Miami bass Blood or Crip
But hey, hey, you don't know my way
These are the games we play..
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