Treat 'em Right Lyrics - Chubb Rock

Nineteen ninety, 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 sent by the nation 

Racial gain causes pain, need a new rep 

In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef 

Hawkins and you're walking, you don't just run 

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 treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Kids in the crib 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 an autograph, you might make a new friend 

So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it 

And party people in the house, sing it 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, 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 treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Treat me right, I'll treat you good 

Well, coming back the nineteen ninety 

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 

My staff gives autographs plus gives 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