Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps upon the scene   With a lean and a pocket full of green   The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top   But Robo Cop last year was a shock   The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt   Kids are screaming, the media says   "What kind of music is this for you to dance to?"   The man with the plan and the man demands you      Leave the smack and the crack for the whack   Or the vile and the nine, keep a smile like that   Leave the knife and the gun in the store   And ignore temptation sent by the nation   Racial gain causes pain, need a new rep   In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef   Hawkins and you're walking, you don't just run   Black on black, remember that it's important      Anyway the shunless one brings forth the fun   No hatred, the summer's almost done   No time for sleep, jump in your jeep   And pump up the funky beat a whole week   Beeper goes off, yo, smash it and trash it   You're too young to be plumped in a casket   Just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it   And party people, sing it      Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good      Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man   Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam?   I'm his number one fan, yes I am   All these kids realize that I'm the man   Six foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch bigger   Than last year but still a unique figure   Rob Swinger, Doc No, Dinky and Hot Dog know   That I'm a man who was born to have a mic on      Next to me at all times, ready to kick a rhyme   That will keep me out of financial bind   That's why when it comes to fans, I'm never mean   Kids all [Incomprehensible] between Gates and Green   Always says hello 'cause I'm a modest fellow   Never try to play a super star that's mellow   'Cause if these kids don't go buy our records   We'll be has-beens and plus naked      So we owe them, so pull out your pen   Sign an autograph, you might make a new friend   So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it   And party people in the house, sing it      Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good      Party people in the house, listen up   I'm the man with the plan and the man rips it up   Peace to Howie Tee, good lookin', gee   Swinger, Hot Dog, Doc No, Bud, Ev Lover, Dinky   Fish and chips with the hippy hippy hips   Before the tune ends, give me some lips   Sanity Crystal, my niece and Lady Kazan, my home girl, peace   And leave the guns and have fun out, and oh yeah, sing it      Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good   Treat me right, I'll treat you good      Well, coming back the nineteen ninety   Chubb Rock jumps upon the scene   With a lean and a hardcore dream   The dream wasn't crafted to be pornographic   Decency started from the crib, plus kids   Don't need to hear all of that on the rap   The strength of my vibe placed Chubs on the map   'Cause authority, seniority goes far   My staff gives autographs plus gives nuff laughs   Read my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you right   Just treat me right, please      Treat me right   Treat me right   Treat me right