[verse one - hotdog]   Aiyyo ? ? , I got the batter, get the mixer   As the trickster will fix ya a batch of rhymes   You know that soothes, like an elixir   And sticks your ribs so let the cheese and wine   Or rather wine and cheese   Cause I aim to please with ease hope the crowd sees   That i'm, the man that loves to flam   And when I step into a jam I just slam like jordan   And this is the world, accordin to me   The capital-h-the-o-the-t, the-d-the-o-the-g   Rockin, heavenly hype and ? ? steadily   When I come in to rock'n'roll, I'm sure you will agree   That I got a hype type of style a family   But diggy doc gave it to rob to rock and howie tee   Now, I'm talkin about omega psi phi fraternity   Givin a little history   For some people, their lucky number's 7   For q-dogs, it's 1911   November 17th, underneath the ceilings   Behind the walls of ? thurkill hall?       [verse two - ? ]   This is a family affair, rather a gathering of the brothers   United we stand, we're not divided like the others   And when I mention the word divided, you know what I'm meaning   Show a brother something they don't have they start fiending   First the ear-grabbin, then the back-stabbin   This from brothers that I call friends, I'm not havin   The other negative things in a friendship   An occasional whipser, gossip, a loose lip   I once trusted a brother with an eyeful   He told the next man, cause he's livin trifle   But now I'm not worried cause I'm part of a family   United til death simply cause we choose to be   An occasional joke, a diss, or a crowd pleaser   Callin your moms a ? ? look-a-like skeezer   Whoever wins the diss battle, respect is given   Fightin over words is not how we are livin   Then there's ? ? word I almost forgot   Three-on-one, no heat, but the rumor's still hot   The bro's get a hoe that you know is totally widdit   There's no need to be discrete cause you know she won't admit it   When I think back on the memories   Just like these - is it a wonder that I love the 80's      [verse three - rob swinga]   Well I'm rob, a.k.a. as the swinga   Comedic at times, and a stone-cold thriller   I got somethin to say I'll make it short and sweet   Me I'm the swinga i'ma swing it to this beat   Now I talk to a lot of people with the large vocabulary   Colloquial language I'll use that's secondary   And then there is slang and I would use that third   And I'll say outrageous things that might sound absurd   But - right back into my large vocabulary   I'm the type of guy that'll always be primary   Never secondary, to any adversary   If they want to be like me, on the contrary   They try to compete, but I will always delete   I'll leave them cryin from the agony, of defeat   And when they try to return to repeat   I make them hold on peace signs, say "swinga I retreat"      [verse four - chubb rock]   Well the toad is immensely strong on the instrumental   The lyric can hit and shock the pure metal   Chubb rock has a weak spot, creatin   An iron maiden cannot pierce my skin when I hit top 10   Run for shelter, cause you're gonna fear this tune   More than you feared the age of helter skelter   Watch how we behave, diggity dog and dave   The roadrunner and swinga always sayin that smegma   Is the product of ten intense games of balls under balls   I have professor paul's   Kicking ability, the snake's agility   The ricochet speed of the centipede   And the devilish mind of the scorpion   The lizard is unrealistic and simplistic   And loitering is prohibit, the tune is illiterate   Diggy doc no, ed lover forever my brothers in crime   They watch my back at the drop of a dime.. when we climb   And work and work hard and struggle to stay alive   And strive, the venoms, the five - check this out..   The roadrunner      [outro]   Yo chubbs can we make a little gravy and shit   Can we get ours, whassup man?    Niggaz is takin caravans all the way to north carolina n shit   Whassup wit dat shit? niggaz don't respect my situation   Yo can we make a little gravy chief, whassup?