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Spice 1 - Funky Chickens lyrics
Yeah nigga Muthafuckin East Bay Gangster Back in your muthafuckin face Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe Muthafuckin black on black caddy Triple gold D's and shit Spice muthafuckin one knowmsayin Straight mobbin Four chickens in a coop Make a nigga wanna shoop Colonel Sanders ain't poppin droppin Big fat Baby Huey ki's they can purchase Got the whole hood ballin nigga fuck churches Fools in the city turn the fuck up dead Cos I'm servin more chickens than Foghorn Leg Feds wanna know where a nigga reside Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't Kentucky Fried See, I boil it to a certain degree Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese But it ain't McDonald's or Burger King Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo Them feds don't play, hoe Say no if they ask you if you seen A young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto Smokin indo talkin to my hitman Put your ass six feet under like quicksand Get some slugs and a golden shower Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and power Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin Fuckin round with the funky chicken Straight believin in flake from s-p-i Never gettin high off your own supply The world was a big fat vagina Waitin for a nigga like me to get behind her See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well Servin my muthafuckin ki's outta cheap motels Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes Collect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose See, let a real nigga tell it I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it Keep the hustle goin strong each day My little homie Larry swallowed five dubs and passed away Chickens in my drawers collectin them funds Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's Infrared cos niggas try to jack See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch There ain't no match for this killin-ass baller Call a shot like AT&T and touch all of y'all I'm countin chickens in my sleep I used to count sheep But the chickens give me heap, so catch the tweak The fuck off, I love it when my stack thicken Yeah, fuckin round with the funky chicken Straight believin in flake from s-p-i Never gettin high off your own supply Clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed Mix a little crack with some dirt weed But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple gold With just today twenty chicken sold And niggas love me cos I'm straight 205 And when I stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you You wanna murder who? slugs full of dirt for you The underground villain, chicken seller Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella Stayin under from these crooked-ass federalies And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the scenery Showin you niggas what my scrilla really mean to me Cos I'm addicted to the lley slingin chickens Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every four hours Watch my ass and I'm on another mail mission Finna serve some more of that funky chicken Yeah you know what i'm sayin Straight mobbin and shit About 30 ki's in the muthafuckin trunk Niggas know what time it is Knowmsayin Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin shit Niggas will try to get you for your caine, nigga You know the rules, nigga Yeah, never understimate the other muthafucka's greed Straight game Yeah And when you're rollin in your muthafuckin drop Or whatever you're ridin in Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud Cos muthafuckas'll ride up on you and straight Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit They don't give a fuck if you're strapped or not, nigga This lley game ain't no muthafuckin joke Yeah Just get in funk behind them chickens Straight uncut peruvian flavor Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like Shake 'N Bake Call me chef ??? 187000 g's |
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