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Good times bad times
Bad times good times

We were twisting Chubby Checker style
In a roaring sixties summer night
We walked the moon and we
Good times bad times
Bad times good times

We were twisting Chubby Checker style
In a roaring sixties summer night
We walked the moon and we
Good times bad times
Bad times good times

We were twisting Chubby Checker style
In a roaring sixties summer night
We walked the moon and we
I roast a pig
Hey, pass that Geritol

Glenn Miller had brass, that Chubby Checker's at gas
But they all pass eventually
You'll never be pass, hip
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
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 comin' hectic
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
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
Take somebody by da waist den uh 
Now tho it in dey face like uh 
Hypnotic robotic 
This here will rok yo bodies 
Take somebody by da waist den uh
Take somebody by da waist den uh
Now tho it in dey face like uh
Systematica static
This hit be automatic

Work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work
except for me?
Cryptic kick shit from the crypt
Sadistic lick hits with wit I'm quick
Rip crickets in a wicket I'm plain wicked
Thick in the rig wearing
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph Album, and has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 3, John Denver
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
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
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
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
in 1966, when he was twenty.
The first recording of this song was by Ronnie Burns in Australia. It was a top 20 hit for him in Australia in July 1967.
for you all of the time

Listen to the music on the radio
Top forty hits of yesterday
(I love you)
Leavin' on a Jet Plane
Blowin' in the Wind
The Silly
the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by
It is now 6:30 in the a.m
This is Baba Oje speaking directly to you
Right down to earth in a language
One can easily understand

We got a list
passin' um by
The tension mounds
Now he's number two
All out of rubba
And runnin on fuse
He's door to door
Outta time for
He sees those checkers
-previously a number one R&B hit for writer Hunter in 1950
-Words and Music by Ivory Joe Hunter


When I lost my baby (baby)
I almost lost my mind
When I
game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you,
nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin