Spice 1 - Funky Chickens Lyrics
Yeah niggaMutha*****in east bay gangsterBack in your mutha*****in faceRollin in my mutha*****in chicken coupeMutha*****in black-on-black caddyTriple gold d's and shitSpice mutha*****in one knowmsayinStraight mobbinFour chickens in a coopMake a nigga wanna shoopColonel sanders ain't poppin, droppinBig fat baby huey, ki's they can purchaseGot the whole hood ballin, nigga, ***** churchesFools in the city turn the ***** up deadCos I'm servin more chickens than foghorn legFeds wanna know where a nigga resideCos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't kentucky friedSee, I boil it to a certain degreeSometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheeseBut it ain't mcdonald's or burger kingCos mutha*****as goin under gettin caught with hot wingsBa-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyoThem feds don't play, hoeSay no if they ask you if you seenA young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pintoSmokin indo talkin to my hitmanPut your ass six feet under like quicksandGet some slugs and a golden showerGot the mutha*****in cocaine, money and powerTakes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin*****in round with the funky chickenStraight believin in flake from s-p-iNever gettin high off your own supplyThe world was a big fat vaginaWaitin for a nigga like me to get behind herSee, the ballers and the clockers know me so wellServin my mutha*****in ki's outta cheap motelsCookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoesCollect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my noseSee, let a real nigga tell itI seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell itKeep the hustle goin strong each dayMy little homie larry swallowed five dubs and passed awayChickens in my drawers collectin them fundsCan't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun'sInfrared cos niggas try to jackSee I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratchThere ain't no match for this killin-ass ballerCall a shot like at&t and touch all of y'allI'm countin chickens in my sleepI used to count sheepBut the chickens give me heap, so catch the tweakThe ***** off, I love it when my stack thickenYeah, *****in round with the funky chickenStraight believin in flake from s-p-iNever gettin high off your own supplyClockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seedMix a little crack with some dirt weedBut I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple goldWith just today twenty chicken soldAnd niggas love me cos I'm straight 205And when I stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my lifeYou put a hit out on me, I put one out on youYou wanna murder who? slugs full of dirt for youThe underground villain, chicken sellerSlingin birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfellaStayin under from these crooked-ass federaliesAnd leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alleyMurderin swift and I'm quick up out the sceneryShowin you niggas what my scrilla really mean to meCos I'm addicted to the lley slingin chickensGot me slingin in the shower, two birds every four hoursWatch my ass and I'm on another mail missionFinna serve some more of that funky chickenYeah you know what I'm sayinStraight mobbin and shitAbout 30 ki's in the mutha*****in trunkNiggas know what time it isKnowmsayinYeah, you gotta watch your mutha*****in shitNiggas will try to get you for your caine, niggaYou know the rules, niggaYeah, never understimate the other mutha*****a's greedStraight gameYeahAnd when you're rollin in your mutha*****in dropOr whatever you're ridin inNigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loudCos mutha*****as'll ride up on you and straightShoot you in your muthfa*****in head and drag you up out your shitThey don't give a ***** if you're strapped or not, niggaThis lley game ain't no mutha*****in jokeYeahJust get in funk behind them chickensStraight uncut peruvian flavorCookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bakeCall me chef ? ? ?187000 g's
