Another Statistic Lyrics - Singles - Chubb Rock

Four out of ten murders are love related 

Keep your 'ood, in-a your pants 

And these things 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 

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 

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