I'm Too Much (Hands On The Sax Instrumental) Songtext
von Chubb Rock

Uh, uh, to my man Curtis Bowen, uh, uh
Red Hot Lover tone, uh, uh
Frank Nitti, uh, Pokey Al, uh
Word up Al Rich, uh
And to my Curt Gowdy, uh
And to Flatbush, uh, uh
Myrtle Ave., uh
A-check it out now


Because I′m comin around the mountain when I come in
I'm comin around the mountain when I come in
Because I come around town and everybody knows my sound
It′s profound and I'm worth every pound
The fourth LP consume is on sweat or threat
Just go purchase the cassette
The album comes on wax and on CD
Hits hard from Fort Greene to Chelsea
Walk through the polar burn and then through the black rain
Always succeed cause I always use my damn brain
Married my one and my only fly cutie
And always keep my same bookin' agent named Rudy
My pal, partner Sal, my main man Al
Be sure I′m sure the friendship is secure
Advice about the mice is always in me
And be sure, peace to Lord DePrincey
The miss, give her a kiss and since the mist
Pump a fist, the gist of this, check it out

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, uh
Seems to melt in my clutch
I′m too much


A-check it, check it out, a-check it out
Because I bake a snake shake I bake the flake until I say
For goodness drake, don't make no more damn mistakes
Then I dunk a skunk spunk a punk who drunk some junk
And sunk into the soup of life, mixed with coke
But I don′t know what to do or what to say to him
If he wants to hit me let him destroy his kidney
I don't care, no tears for fears, give the kid another beer
Let him lose another year, how can you do that?
You knew that he blew that, pursue that
Walk down the street, yo, who dat?
Walk the other way, lookin at him makes me say
Good complexion, now he looks great
But I can't leave him alone cause I′m civilized
Don′t want him drinkin no more St. Ides
So man I got the plan, you see the zits growin on your wrist
Connected to the fist, feel the gist of this
And while you feel the gist of this
Go to the party and pump your fist, because

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, uh
Seems to change in my clutch
I'm too much

Check it out
Givin this to Flatbush, uh-huh
Givin this to Bed-Stuy, uh-huh
Givin this to the Crown Heights, uh-huh
Givin this to the South Bronx, uh-huh
Givin this to Atlanta, uh-huh
Givin this out to L.A., uh-huh
Givin this out to J.A., uh!