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点击复制作词 : Bosko Kante/Robert L. Green, Jr.
作曲 : Bosko Kante/Robert L. Green, Jr.
Yeah nigga
Mutha**in East Bay Gangster
Back in your mutha**in face
Rollin in my mutha**in chicken coupe
Mutha**in black-on-black caddy
Triple gold D's and shit
Spice mutha**in 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, ** churches
Fools in the city turn the ** 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 mutha**as goin under gettin caught with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo
Them feds don't play, ho
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 mutha**in ***, money and power
Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
**in 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 **
Waitin for a nigga like me to get behind her
See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well
Servin my mutha**in ki's outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes
Collect the ** in my lungs, collect the ** in my nose
See, let a real nigga tell it
I seen niggas swallow they lley, ** 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 ** off, I love it when my stack thicken
Yeah, **in 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 **
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 mutha**in trunk
Niggas know what time it is
Knowmsayin
Yeah, you gotta watch your mutha**in shit
Niggas will try to get you for your caine, nigga
You know the rules, nigga
Yeah, never understimate the other mutha**a's greed
Straight game
Yeah
And when you're rollin in your mutha**in drop
Or whatever you're ridin in
Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud
Cos mutha**as'll ride up on you and straight
Shoot you in your muthfa**in head and drag you up out your shit
They don't give a ** if you're strapped or not, nigga
This lley game ain't no mutha**in 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