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Nineteen ninety
Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene
With a lean
And a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But RoboCop 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 wack
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

Chorus:
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 time; 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 see me between Gates and Green
Always say hello
Cause I'm a modest fellow
Never try and 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

Chorus

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 (ah!)
Sanity Crystal, my niece
And Lady Kazam, my homegirl, peace
And leave the guns and have fun; out!
And oh yeah, sing it

Chorus

Break

Well coming back
To nineteen ninety
Chubb Rock jumps up on 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 Chubbs 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
Peace

Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Nineteen ninety   Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene   With a lean   And a pocket full of green   The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top   But RoboCop 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 wack   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      Chorus:   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 time; 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 see me between Gates and Green   Always say hello   Cause I'm a modest fellow   Never try and 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      Chorus      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 (ah!)   Sanity Crystal, my niece   And Lady Kazam, my homegirl, peace   And leave the guns and have fun; out!   And oh yeah, sing it      Chorus      Break      Well coming back   To nineteen ninety   Chubb Rock jumps up on 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 Chubbs 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   Peace      Treat me right   Treat me right   Treat me right