"come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> flavor flav      [chubb rock]   6 foot 3, 260 and change   ? ? ? ? a little comedic and strange   Because we can have many friends, at least people that they call that   They use your brain but they're insane because I ignore that   No ego, cause I will be no, platinum big-headed rapper   That don't realize there's two directions on the ladder   You wanna go 'head, walk straight, walk good   Don't blame your sales on retails, thinkin that the store should   Think of reordering about five-hundred thousand   Just be glad of the success you had and you're arousin   Somebody's brain out there, your year's gonna come   You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me   Waitin for my turn to burn   And get a million-five, and a tax return   That be reapin up, and no keeping up with the jonses   Long live p.e. and ban guns'n'roses   New kids on the block, stick to pop   No more making black songs, wack songs please stop!   If show business is a woman, I don't trust her   But she's gonna get knocked by the chubbster      "come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> flavor flav      [chubb rock]   The chubbster, a man that came out about 1986   With the help of dr. ice in the mix   And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent   Howie by my side, with his pesticide for the rodents   I'd flow - get on the mic and say, "yo one two"   Test and mc's start fessin   Jettin cause my weapon among the children was my gung-ho attitude   To use my tongue and lash and lick them up   Then pick them up then just fix them up then mix them up with   A knowledgeable man that went to college and astonished   Racist teachers with all the modern preachers   Crack beepers, yes knowledgeable preachers   But that didn't effect, the chubbster   I'm from brooklyn, so I have a little hustler   In my blood, when I kick the scam, they all will flock to it   Get my music and bop to it   Gassed my head but I was goin for my doctorate   Or my ph.d in p-a-i-d, see   I got into the business to get paid not sprayed   With bs which is an acronym for a much larger word   And if preferred, I'll say it   But then again; radio won't play it   Cause they're cracking down on hip-hop   But it will not slow down or stop   Every year it creates a sellout tour   And this year has room for the chubbster      ".. go to work!" -> flavor flav   ".. go to work!" -> flavor flav   ".. go to work!" -> flavor flav   "come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> flavor flav      [chubb rock]   Conceited I'm not, but convinced I am   Slam a jam that'll scare even the son of sam   In sing-sing he will sing simple songs to bring   Tears to your eyes, because you deny he's a king   Such as myself, cause myself is on his shelf   As for myself, I went for self cause myself needs financial   Health and wealth like ki's for g's   Cause cocaine ki's is for those who have morphine needs   Veins all ripped up, capillaries all stitched up   A grand a day, hey you slipped up   The chubbster doesn't believe in the drug scene   Able to make me feel hip? I'd rather wear gabberdine's   My quarter fill will be my thrill   My clyde's will collide with my grill, as for drugs that's nil   Not or no, cause yo! mtv will never see me smokin rocks   And ban me from the box with disney   Cause drugs can't assist me or assist you   Blood on your tissue that's ill so chill   And when you come back you better come back even harder   Praise to the man upstairs, yes the father   Positive tip, now dance on the floor   And have room for the chubbster      "come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> flavor flav      [chubb rock]   In ninety-one you will find me just   Chillin countin shillings livin it up is a must   A benz is not needed to portray my wealth   A jaguar is not a symbol for a star   But nelson mandela, is a fellow I consider to be true blue   Long live the anc, walter sisulu   The rest of the people involved, the problem isn't solved yet   But you can bet..   That united we stand, divided it's over   Without us, this planet will begin to nova   And get cold, dark and scary like pluto   And then who do you call? you know, the chubbster