Another Statistic - Chubb Rock

Four out of.

ten murders.

are love related

Keep your 'ood, in-a your pants

and dese tings won’t 'appen to you

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Tell him!

Excuse me, I beg your pardon

Inform him, that Chubb is playin in your secret garden

Cause he didn’t cut — the lawn, correctly

I have a green thumb, you’re not dumb, that’s why you sweat me You wanna have your cake and eat it too, so do I You’re sneaking around, we’re sneaking around, so why

do you wanna continue, comin to every venue

You don’t tell him, I’ll offend you

This ain’t right so put him down on the scoop

that you’re a blow-up sex doll for every group

Where are the footsteps that you followed

Tippy-toed to my crib and did me a solid

You answered every question I ever had

on the female anatomy — after you sat on me Cheating is more serious than the taking of pellum (?)

So tell him, before I tell him

If Mary had told her boyfriend

like she was supposed to, none of this would be happening

Tell him!

His feelings, you disregard

You took his credit card, went on the boulevard

You bought me shirt after shirt with his hard-earned work

You treat him like dirt

My conscience said to me, Yo Chubbs you better be careful, she gave you the keys to his Cherokee

Jeep — but I don’t wanna go six feet deep

in the dirt for some skirt

I was gonna cut her off but the stuff was kinda dope

The dope even paid my car note, nope

I’m gonna let her go yet until I get

this girl can really get me out of financial debt, huh

So I chill, passion kills, tears spilled

on an innocent grill then overspilled

the guilt, stuck in my chest so I suggest

that you tell him, maybe you can start off fresh

Cheating is more serious than the taking of pellum (?)

So tell him, before I tell him

If Mary had told her boyfriend

like she was supposed to, none of this would be happening

Here’s one more bang for the road — uhh

Never again will you explode

like this you might miss the imprint of my fist

embedded in the bed by your head

Don’t leave me Chubb, don’t leave me Chubb, she screamed

I got access to all of his green

I lust for your pelvic thrust so why don’t you trust

Don’t fuss, he’ll never find out about us But baby, I can’t see you no more and.

.

let me see who’s at the door

Yo who are you?

Who me?

You don’t know man?

Why I’m gonna shoot ya If Chubbs had kept his prick in his pants

like he was supposed to, none of this would have happened