Funky Chickens Lyrics by 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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