Pop 'Nuff Shit Songtext
von Chubb Rock

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Because I won′t stop (Won't stop), because I can′t stand up
And I won't stop (Won't stop), because I can′t stop
And yo, I won′t stop (Won't stop), because I can′t stand up
And yo, I can't stop (Can′t stop), so check it out, rock


Auto-biography, I
Realize, realize that I'm fly
Like an insect, I′ll insect the fluid
Then you ask, "How did a ruffneck do it?"
I did that, sit back, listen to this hardcore tridack
Back where that could act
Never got embedded in the soul of a genius
From the tip of my toe to my penis
I mean this, like fabric from a seamstress
I'll cut you like a hem, hock you like phlegm
And then friends are hard to find, so be careful
Said by my man the R, here's another earful
My gear will attract a lot of people
So much that I might make a sequel
Like Stallone, the road is real rocky, but I stand alone
And my hand might roll up the dress of someone totally with it, huh
A half an hour, she was frigid
The pubic lock was locked, box
Word up, I′m the K, word up, M-A
A Black fellow, I don′t need a damn cello
Or a violin to win
Put girls on their knees like they're sayin′ a prayer
Gas their headache with some lyrical Bayer
Ibuprofen put you in the mood to elope when I find the right squada
I remember the words of the Jerry Resnick
"Never let a girl put you to the exit"
Word up, and I think this the one-man skit
I wanna pop 'nough shit

And I can′t stop (Can't stop), because I won′t stand up
And yo, I can't stop (I can't stop), because I won′t stand up
And yo, I can′t stop (I can't stop), because I can′t stop
And yo, I can't stop, this is chubb rock (Chubb rock)


I wanna pop ′nough shit, word up, straight up
No falsehoods, nothin' ain′t made up
Like promo, my style goes two ways like a homo
Oh no, I won't do no promo
Oh, so ho, say ho when the black shot is given
Bobbin', it′s time for slobbin′
Some old nude knob, your head will bob like Celestin
Miss Naive, here's a weapon
Get your mamas sister to do me at once
Don′t forget the champagne and ketchup
The Heinz, not Hunt's, ketchup, so you can catch up
To the stunts, a blunt like weed
And my flaws exceed those of Prince
And ever since he made "Graffiti Bridge"
I was developing this Purple Rain one-man type of skit
I wanna pop ′nough shit, peace