Lyrics:
like Chubby Checker
Bend them knees and dips like Chubby Checker
Hit The Whoop in the whip like Chubby Checker, yeah!
Chubby, Chubby (Chubby Checker
like Chubby Checker
Bend them knees and dips like Chubby Checker
Hit The Whoop in the whip like Chubby Checker, yeah!
Chubby, Chubby (Chubby Checker
like Chubby Checker
Bend them knees and dips like Chubby Checker
Hit The Whoop in the whip like Chubby Checker, yeah!
Chubby, Chubby (Chubby Checker
like Chubby Checker
Bend them knees and dips like Chubby Checker
Hit The Whoop in the whip like Chubby Checker, yeah!
Chubby, Chubby (Chubby Checker
like Chubby Checker
Bend them knees and dips like Chubby Checker
Hit The Whoop in the whip like Chubby Checker, yeah!
Chubby, Chubby (Chubby Checker
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
on your hand mean we can twist like Chubby Checker
Blunt so fat you'll need a pyrotech' to get it lit
Yeah, this the way that West coast rock shit
I'm
sleep
I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches
Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches
With good intentions, the key
Healthy chubby nigga when I step out
Don't know how I'm standing smoking weed by the pound
It's super funny haters really looking like some clowns
It's the microphone killa, microphone wrecker
Call me Mr. Twist himself, the young chubby checker like
Young money young'n, with no plane, ya boy
to waste
Ah right about now I'm gonna reminisce
Of how a fly MC became a rap-ologist
Around the time when Chubby Checker, invented "The Twist"
I used
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
The Chubby Checker do the twist, and everyone's a narcissist
You got the best of my loco
I'll take the rest of your showboat
You got the best of my Yoko
Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush
Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?
Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go?
Who
on the record
We comin' up with heat that's not expected
You can't, you can't, you can't help but check it
We stand out like chubby people in checkers
We
friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face
'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy
(Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
And by the way (what?)
It's Santana (it's Weezy), I'm back (yeah)
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror
you're waiting for the album
Thank you for being patient with me
I'm just finishing up some mastering
Adding a verse here or two but I'm pretty much done
me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat
roast a pig
Hey, pass that Geritol
Glenn Miller had brass, that Chubby Checker's a gas
But they all pass eventually
You'll never be passé, hip
Playing sounds on Avenue A
So much drama in the NYC
Hard being P-O Popa Chubby
So hard being used
White boy had to sing them blues
Transition was my
And a partridge in a pear tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just witnessed theft
The new Three 6 Mafia, Most Known Unknowns
Please don't fuck this album
Chubby Checker
In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics
I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
Okey dokey, hocus
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