Treat em Right Lyrics by Chubb Rock

Treat em Right Lyrics

    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

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