 
[Featuring Red Hot Lover Lover Tone  Rob Swinga] 
Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone 
Diggedy da di la di da di  baby there's a party 
But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu 
You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati 
A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body 
And I can never pass up a chance to romance them 
Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome 
So money take a tip if you flip and you slip 
You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips 
So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb 
And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb 
Every morning breakfast in bed is served 
Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb 
So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes 
Shot em all dead when they try to test 
So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win 
If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M. 
So can I get a shout 
Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out 
Yabadabadoo 
Verse Two: Chubb Rock 
Wow look at the size of his chest 
Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home 
Before the little kitten throws a stone 
The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop 
Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism 
Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he 
The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one 
Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh 
He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy 
Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set 
Caught nuff wreck 
The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher 
Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn 
I cram to understand the plan ma'am 
I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now 
Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow 
Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow 
For a strong sequel word up to the people 
The people; you mean power to them 
While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha 
He's buzzing, cummin at cha 
And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics 
While I kick it and you hear it 
Even Helen Keller word up can hear it 
From the rustler lyrical hustler 
The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster 
Yabadabadoo 
Verse Three: Rob Swinga 
Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat 
Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap 
Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab 
I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad 
Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum 
And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done 
I'm nifty powerful like an M-60 
And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy 
Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would 
And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should 
When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X 
Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex 
And style or position is my selection 
But I won't play without my contraception 
Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill 
If worse comes to worse then I use no frills 
So check it check it check it check it check it one two 
Yabadabadoo
 
| 1 | Just the Two of Us | 
| 2 | Beef | 
| 3 | Ya Bad Chubbs | 
| 4 | The Chubbster | 
| 5 | Life | 
| 6 | The Big Man | 
| 7 | Lost In The Storm | 
| 8 | Don't Drink The Milk | 
| 9 | Clear The Decks | 
| 10 | The One |