3 Men At Chung King Lyrics by Chubb Rock

3 Men At Chung King Lyrics

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    Verse one: red hot lover lover tone

    The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines
    With lyrics that thrills like my dillz
    Take it on the grilled cheese tour, then i drop it
    Don't care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna jock it
    Take her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking
    Leave my door open so the niggaz can come peak in
    Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out with the hopes
    They can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin notes
    Here comes my kid, here comes my kid (ahhhhh)
    But i caught him in the rubber lid, huh
    Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go gotta go
    The hoe is in a coma so i tippy tippy toe
    Walkin in the dark (tripped) slipped on my shoe
    (arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) [tone is that you?]
    Damn, more fornication
    Puba take the mic cuz i'm here for the duration

    Verse two: grand puba

    Before i get this wreck i usually start with a 40
    But forties are no more cuz now i'm drinkin 64's
    Call on grand puba, chubb rock if you want it done
    Hon spread the 411 as if her name was kaity chung
    Into devil bashing, always stay in fashion
    Love maxing and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion
    As a shorty i kept some dice i banked on seven or eleven
    Cuz my pops had it hard similar to james evans
    Now shit flipped, i'm on the hip-hop
    To the beat you don't stop, rock on!
    I kick the new type of lingo, hit the spot that'll tingle
    Make the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the single
    My simple task is to make you shake that ass
    On the quick fast, and to make it last
    It's just three men at chung king getting busy
    We've come a long way since kunta kintizzy
    And you don't stop, rock on
    Chubb rock flip the script cuz i'm gone

    Verse three: chubb rock

    Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo, hurrah
    I jumped up upon the mic with the chubbster, tone, plus the pu-ba
    Intricately go far
    Chillin in the mansion, nuff fashion (ahhh)
    Relax, and dig into the track and react
    I want a martin luther riff cuz i don't like to pack my iron
    Watchin kids on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
    Test and i commence, to firing
    One two three shots and then i tune the black watch
    Reclean my cylinder and then i grab my crotch
    And squeeze, the testes and then i grab my wood and cup it
    Oh there goes the nut i just busted
    Get myself together, cuz i'm the man
    I knew it, i wanted to do a duet with the grand
    Mystic ruler took the 40 out of the cooler
    Now we're rippin the track, we shoulda did one sooner
    And then we roll up on the groove field assist the team
    And now i'm straighter than 9:15
    Get a little dough for this three man skit
    I'll end the jam with a curse

    Uhh, umm fuck?
    Or is it damn? or what?

    Shit. and slide out of the vocal booth and get a dollar chung king soda
    Grand puba, tone, plus now we're over and we're out

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