Chords for Chubb Rock - Treat 'Em Right

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_ _ _ 1990s, sharp rock jumps up on the scene with a lean and a bucket full of green.
The green doesn't symbolize the meaning on the top, but Robocop last year was a shot.
The dawn of the pop-like crip shook your butt.
Kids are screaming the meaning, yes, says what?
What kind of music is this for you to dance to?
The man with the plan and the band demands you.
Leave the smack and crack or the whack or the ball and an archy smile like that.
Leave the knife and the gun in the [C] store and ignore temptation.
Set by the nation, racial gain causes pain, need a new rep.
Keep your hearts and minds, never forget, blue set.
Walk into it when you walk in, you know it's just fun.
Black on black, remember that, it's important.
Anyway, the shunless one, break forth the fun.
No hatred, the summer's almost done, no time for sleep.
Jump in your Jeep and pump up the funky beat.
The fever goes off, smash it and trash it.
You're too young to be plumped in a gasket.
Just get your boys and bring the noise in, just swing it.
Party people, sing it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Kids in the cribs 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, I made a quarter of an inch bigger.
That last year was still a unique figure.
Rob Swinger, not no dinky and hot dog, no.
That I'm a man that was born to have a mic on.
Next to me at all times, ready to kick a rhyme.
That'll keep me out of financial bind.
That's why when I teach the fans I've never mean.
Kids don't say James between gates and green.
Always says hello, cause I'm a modest fellow.
Never trying to play us with [Em] smart, that's hollow.
Cause if these kids don't go buy a record, we'll [B] be half-bid and bust naked.
So we owe them to pull out your pen, sign an autograph, you might make a new friend.
Just get your voice, bring the [E] noise and just swing it.
Now part of the people in the house sing it.
[C] You're right.
_ _ _ [E] You're [C] right.
_ _ You're right.
You're right.
[B] You're right.
You're right.
[E] _ [C] _
_ _ _ You're right.
All the people in the house listen up.
I'm the man with the plan and the man rips it up.
Peace to Howie T, good looking Jake.
Swing a hot dog, dock, no butt, F-lock with that geek.
Fish and chips with the hippy hippy hip.
Before the tune ends, give me some lips.
Sanity Crystal, my niece and lady Kazam, my homegirl.
Peace, and leave the guns and have fun.
_ And oh yeah, sing it.
You're right.
You're _ _ right.
You're right.
_ _ You're right.
You're right.
_ _ _ _ _ You're right.
Go, _ _ go, go, go, go, go, _ go, go, go.
Go, _ _ go, go, _ _ [D#] go, [C] go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Well, coming back to 1990
Chubb Rock jumps up on 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 a rap.
The strength of my vibe places Chubbs on the rap as authority.
Seniority goes far through me, my staff gives autographs, plus gives up laughs
Read my mind, keep my sight, I definitely need your right to treat me right Peace
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