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Spice 1

Genres: Hip-Hop

Funky Chickens Lyrics - Spice 1

Yeah nigga 

Mothafuckin' East Bay Gangster 

Back in your mothafuckin' face 

Rollin in my mothafuckin' chicken coupe 

Mothafuckin' black-on-black caddy 

Triple gold D's and shit 

Spice mothafuckin' one knowmsayin' 

Straight mobbin 

 

Four chickens in a coop 

Make a nigga want to 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 

'cause I'm servin' more chickens than Foghorn Leg 

Feds want to know where a nigga reside 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckin' 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 'cause 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 A T and 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 'cause 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 want to 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 

'cause 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 mothafuckin' trunk 

Niggas know what time it is 

Knowmsayin 

Yeah, you gotta watch your mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckin' drop 

Or whatever you're ridin' in 

Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud 

'cause 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 mothafuckin' 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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