Yabadabadoo Lyrics - Chubb Rock

Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone 

Diggedy da-di-la-di-da-di, baby there's a party 

But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu 

You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati 

A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body 

And I can never pass up a chance to romance them 

Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome 

So money take a tip if you flip and you slip 

You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips 

So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb 

And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb 

Every morning breakfast in bed is served 

Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb 

So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes 

Shot em all dead when they try to test 

So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win 

If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M. 

So can I get a shout 

Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out 

Yabadabadoo 

Verse Two: Chubb Rock 

Wow look at the size of his chest 

Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home 

Before the little kitten throws a stone 

The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop 

Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism 

Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he 

The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one 

Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh 

He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy 

Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set 

Caught nuff wreck 

The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher 

Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn 

I cram to understand the plan ma'am 

I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now 

Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow 

Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow 

For a strong sequel word up to the people 

The people; you mean power to them 

While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha 

He's buzzing, cummin at cha 

And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics 

While I kick it and you hear it 

Even Helen Keller word up can hear it 

From the rustler lyrical hustler 

The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster 

Yabadabadoo 

Verse Three: Rob Swinga 

Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat 

Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap 

Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab 

I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad 

Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum 

And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done 

I'm nifty powerful like an M-60 

And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy 

Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would 

And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should 

When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X 

Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex 

And style or position is my selection 

But I won't play without my contraception 

Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill 

If worse comes to worse then I use no frills 

So check it check it check it check it check it one two 

Yabadabadoo