The Bad Boyz

Chubb is a lovable guy, not the Ted Lee Riley group

It deeply grooves me, grieves me if you say I'm souped

I'm really not, and I don't really think I am

But I'm convinced that I can make a funky jam

So if you wanna support the man that's gonna

Jump up on the scene, deliver lyrics that are sorta mean

With the cream of the crop, Chubb Rock will never stop

Showin his intelligence quotient, things are potent

Prime time, rhyme's floatin, blowin and knowin

That it's goin to be considered a topic of hithered

Feelings between the music scene

While I move to the groove like Hakeem

Olawujuan, the don upon the team

That plays real calm, ego all gone

Chubb doesn't like to be hyper

I wait for my prey and then I react like a tiger

Clipper, pick up, rip them all up and

And then I heard my history callin

Readin, readin, Chubb never had a clue and

This is not what I was taught in school and

Decoy, made every grade was a ploy

That misled the head of the bad boy

Robin!

I goin chat, ahh, I goin chat, I goin chat

Yes I goin chat, ohh I goin chat, Lord I goin chat

Me nah stop chat 'til me get some cash

Ahh Mr. Robin, you a the cream of the crop

Say lightning a flash and thunder a clap

I watch everything, now they started to crash

The table, the spoon, and the fork, and the pot

And the TV, and the bed, and the what's-it-not

Lord, Lord, Mr. Robin say you know how fi chat

And when you a chat, me say you nah turn back

Ahh, I goin chat, yes I goin chat, hmmm

Last summer, my tune went to number

Two on the countdown, I had a frown on my grill

Cause I knew that until I went to number one

I couldn't consider myself the one

But the one came back with a hardcore devilish rap

Fully strapped, definitely aimed at

Things that made me, no one can pay me

Enough to sell out, call a bluff and huff

And blow the house down that I built

And meeting old homeboys like Giz and Milk

Definitely happy, Howie Tee kept me

On the level of a star so the squads could sweat me

Cause Chubb Rock always seem to rock the place

Peace to the homies Amityville and Mase

On the Anita Baker tip I'm gonna bring you joy

The overjoy of the bad boy

Robin!

Dem a come, Lord dem a come

Yes dem a come, yes dem a come

A weh dem a go tun when the fire start bun

The wicked a go melt like butter 'gainst sun

Fire a go bun down the house of Sodom

And fire a go bun dem man weh touch bottom

Lord dem a come, Lord dem a come

Say dem have dem gun but me nah have none

Me take off fi me foot and me started to run

But when me come back, me say the fight cyaan done

And Mr. Robin come and with him bag, this cyaan done

Lord dem a come, yes dem a come

Lord dem a come, yes dem a come

Yes dem a come, yes dem a come

Yes dem a come, yes dem a come