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Chubb Rock The Mind Games We Play [chubb rock] All attention to all of the, lyrical swigs Whether you studio switch or you're, synching a gig Yes! i address to all the known known factors Where you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters I. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a bike Whether you straight hit or you go strictly dyke Dick van, no drugs i only snort dristan And i point to the sister, and yes i can can A, gangsta lean get funky like a latrine and Lyrics scream deep into the +roots+ like ben vereen Rockin, the apple, since the mayor were (?) I smacked double platinum, or hit gold watch I'll achieve, notoriety just like (?) Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the breeze But hey, parlay - you don't know my way These are the games we play.. [chorus] Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the games we play "i don't know what else to say" -> biggie smalls [chorus] [chubb rock] Journalists script shit, that gets me kind of pissed No real award given to the, funkiest hits and Lyrics get prolific and, kids start to sip it Esophagus start bulge, specific and centrific Get a dollar, if i sell more than the group abba The source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that revived the crash crew If i'm rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww Why they, can't downgrade but if they try I rock from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, i remember starts to boil The (? ?) but happy that the heads stayed loyal The groove hits the ground from the maker of "get down" Peace love and all that shit plus five pound Buy hey, parlay - you don't know my way These are the games we play.. [chorus] [chubb rock] Mo hits the beat then chubb handles the rappin The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra napkins And the girls 'pon flatbush look stush without my googles And look as they squint then i blink push up the throttle I, meet this to eat this i, leave this to beavis If i wanna smoke ya spliff i might get, stiffer than penis Oooh, i had to go and rip your whole crew With freeze love ran land butt rub and blue ooh Dippi - dippi dip on you With all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic lift it start the trend to the phonics And, funk all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, start to prevail the shit Whether you're east west miami bass blood or crip But hey, hey, you don't know my way These are the games we play.. [chorus] - 4x |
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