Fried Chicken Lyrics - Untitled - Nas

(Intro: NaS) 

Uh, lawd lawd Jah 

What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?) 

Uh, shhh, lawd lawd Jah 

Ehahaha 

Shit is all true 

(Verse 1: NaS) 

Mmm, Fried chicken 

Fly vixen 

Give me 

Heart Disease 

But need 

You in my kitchen 

You a bird, but you ain't a key 

Got wings but you can't fly away from me 

Driving in your bucket seats 

All the way from Kentucky 

To f**k with me 

Look what you done to me 

Was number one to me! 

After you shower 

You and your gold medal flour 

Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour 

You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating 

Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting 

Lay you down cause you're red hot 

Louisiana style you make my head rot 

Then I flock 

To the bed then, "Plop" 

When we done, I need rest 

Don't know a part of you that I love best 

Your legs or your breast 

Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death 

Created by southern black women 

To serve massa, guest 

You gon' be a nigga death 

Misses Fried Chicken 

You was my addiction 

Dripping with high cholest' 

Like Greeks with his falafel 

Or Italians with his to-mato 

Pasta 

Or roti is to a Rasta 

Trapping me 

You and your friend mac and cheese 

Candy yams, collard greens 

But you knocking me to my knees 

It's killing me when I miss, ah 

Nothing I need more than a fish fry 

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(Verse 2: Busta Rhymes) 

Shit, It taste good, I can't lie 

It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon 

When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind 

Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body 

So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine 

Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine 

The way you submitted 

And how you gave me power 

To massaging me to shower 

You with lemon water 

Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder 

Baby 

It's like you at the spa 

The way you gently 

Lay in the pan 

While you enjoying you butter milk treatment 

I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling 

On your skin 

Despite the funny fragrance 

Still I lick my finger frequent 

In any event 

I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't f**k with you 

But the way you taste made it hard to resist when I put my mouth on you 

But that's another issue 

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you 

Was it infection manifesting? 

Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you 

Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine 

I'ma eat you until there's nothing left 

Til my very last breath 

You gon be a nigga death 

Despite your good appearance 

Cooking swine as a chef 

You gon be a nigga death 

Who cares if the swine 

Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined? 

Yes, I eat the shit to death 

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(Outro: Busta Rhymes) 

Ain't that some shit? 

I'ma eat some shit 

Until what I'm eating KILLS ME! 

And I choose to do that 

Why? 

Cause that's just what niggas do