Lyrics:
Chubb Rock I Gotta Get Mine Yo

alone I know you start cursing What is that makes him unusual The rhyme But yo, I gotta get mine yo I gotta get mine yo I propel lyrics like this And then I

, pastrami Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N. Back on the bust take the musk to the next city And snoring by Frank Nitty I'ma tell you I was about to be

I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga

to be spent making this work Sometimes I know that I act like a jerk I have no experiences, I never felt this way You misconstrue what I display Love,

I walk down the street, yo pick any one I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun I said, "Little homeboy what's up with the glock 19?" He said a damn crack

of this *singing* I'm Mr. Chubb Rocker... I'm Mr. Fun I'm Mr. Smooth Rapper... I'm Mr. Number One Friends call me the Chubbster, any mic that I touch

Check it out Rock autobiography I Realize realize that I'm fly Like an insect I'll insert the fluid Then you ask how did a roughneck do it Or did that

Warner, Sony or RCA We need a label based and run in Mecca For the time I'm here stuck on Elektra So I flex, plex and then I jet and now I'm vexed Cause

I wanna stimulate the crowd but how? Should I just sample James Brown And then I'll just have the same sound I did it anyway and yo it came off The beat