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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
the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go

I'm sick with the rhyme
I'm infected
Since '95 the BEP perfected
The way we get down on the record
We comin'
word is redemption
For those who try to shit on my crown let's get down
Plastic ass rappers get smashed like crackers
First I shalack ya and hit ya
with the cock when your lickin' 
Me like Apollo your Creed my Mission 
You go down for the count I countdown ignition 
Blast off you're a rocket
Yeah yeah yeah....

I got 'em sayin

[Chorus] x2
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 1]
I'm the reason why
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
You know I like being surrounded by such voluptuosity,
Such pulchritude, to be mothered and smothered,
Basted in sweet sumptuousness.

Let
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
a view
And I came here tonight just to rock for you
So let's a rock y'all, and get down
Let's take a trip on a funky merry-go-round
You see, round
Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control

Lets go
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we
Music make you lose control 
Music make you lose control 

Lets go
Yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah yeah yeah 
Here we go now 
Here we go now 
Here we go
of men in the court house yard any time that you go by 
Playin' checkers and tradin' odds and makin' jokes about their wives 
They wait all week for pay
Monch featuring Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker don't sleep, Princess Superstar - The shit is deep
babies in your hands
And the old man playing checkers by the trees
Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
Down in that gravity well
Let's go

Your a little time bomb
You sure love your game
Your imagination's gonna drive me insane
I'm gonna join your
I been way down
Holding on to nothing
I been so high
And let go of it all

I been so lost
That it soon became my home
I been right where I
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
cos' honey's a Star Trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
Ayo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker
In the process
like scotch
They call me lego
Make them scream for blocks and blocks
You don't go down low
How that sound yo
Messing with ak don't try cause you bound
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's
was a roadie
On Elton John's tour
She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more"
She said "By G-d, you're
the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by
playing checkers by the trees 

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark 
All the sweet, green icing flowing down 
Someone left the cake out in the rain