I'm Too Much Lyrics - Chubb Rock

I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming 

I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming 

Because I came around the town 

And everybody knows my sound is profound 

And I'm worth every pound 

The fourth lp and consumers don't sweat or fret 

Just go purchase the cassette 

The album comes on wax and on cd 

And hits hard from ft. greene to chelsea 

Walk through the color purple, then through the black rain 

Always succeed cause I always use my brain 

Married my one and only fly cutie 

And always keep my same booking agent rudy 

My pal partner sal and my main man al b. sure! 

I'm sure the friendship is secure 

Your advice about the miec is always in me 

And b sure! peace to little quincy 

And the miss give a kiss and insist the miss pump her fist 

And catch the gist of this *singing* 

I'm mr. chubb rocker... I'm mr. fun 

I'm mr. smooth rapper... I'm mr. number one 

Friends call me the chubbster, any mic that I touch 

Seems to melt in my clutch... I'm too much 

Because I take a snake and shake and bake the flake 

Until I say for goodness drake 

Don't make no more damn mistakes 

And then I dunk a skunk, hunk, a punk who drunk some junk 

And sunk into the soup of life mixed with conch 

But I don't know what to do or what to say to him 

If he wants to h it me, let him destroy his kidney 

I don't care, no te ars for fears, give the kid another beer 

Let him lose another year 

How can you do that, he knew that brew that, pursue that 

Walk down the street I'll just say "who dat? " 

Walk the other way, looking at him makes me say 

Had a good complexion, now he looks gray 

I can't leave him alone because I'm civilized 

I don't want him drinking no more st. ide's 

So my man, I got the plan 

You see the cyst growing on your wrist 

Connected to your fist, feel the gist of this 

And while you feel the gist of t his 

Go to the party and pump ya fist because *singing* 

I'm mr. chubb rocker... I'm mr. care 

I'm mr. good rapper... I'm mr. brand new year 

Friends call me the chubbster, any person I touch 

Seems to change in my clutch... I'm too much