Treat 'em Right (Re-recorded)
1990, Chubb Rock jumps upon the scene
With a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But Robo Cop 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 whack
Or the vile and the nine, keep a smile like that
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation set by the nation
Racial gain causes pain, need a new rep
In your hearts and minds, never forget Yusef
Hawkins and when you're walking, you know just what
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
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Kids in the cribs 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 times, 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 between Gates and Green
Always says hello 'cause I'm a modest fellow
Never try to 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 a autograph, you might make a new friend
So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it
And party people, sing it, come on
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
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
Sanity Crystal, my niece and Lady Kazan, my home girl, peace
And leave the guns and have fun, out
And oh yeah, sing it
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Well, coming back to 1990
Chubb Rock jumps upon 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 Chubs on the map
'Cause authority, seniority goes far
Meet my staff, give autographs plus give nuff laughs
Read my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you right
Just treat me right, please
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
With a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But Robo Cop 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 whack
Or the vile and the nine, keep a smile like that
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation set by the nation
Racial gain causes pain, need a new rep
In your hearts and minds, never forget Yusef
Hawkins and when you're walking, you know just what
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
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Kids in the cribs 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 times, 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 between Gates and Green
Always says hello 'cause I'm a modest fellow
Never try to 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 a autograph, you might make a new friend
So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it
And party people, sing it, come on
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
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
Sanity Crystal, my niece and Lady Kazan, my home girl, peace
And leave the guns and have fun, out
And oh yeah, sing it
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Treat me right, I'll, I'll treat you good
Well, coming back to 1990
Chubb Rock jumps upon 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 Chubs on the map
'Cause authority, seniority goes far
Meet my staff, give autographs plus give nuff laughs
Read my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you right
Just treat me right, please
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Credits
Writer(s): Mckinley Terrell Jackson, Howard A. Thompson, Richard Anthony Simpson, Mervin Steals, Melvin Steals
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