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 ca**ette 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