Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken Lyrics by Organized Konfusion

Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken Lyrics

    "of all the things my momma used to cook;
    I liked.." "chicken!"

    [richard pryor]
    You know that chicken i put in the refridgerator last night?
    Well i expect to find it when i get home, or else!

    [pharoahe monch]
    Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
    Days way back, in the seventies (seventies)
    The only aids you used to know was kool-aids
    Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-aids
    Pull up a chair, read a book like dr. seuss
    Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
    Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
    Man if my mother was the colonel, her chicken woulda sold
    It even taste better the next day cold
    Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
    When i collect my thoughts i recollect
    I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
    "damn it!" everyday,
    "boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"

    [prince poetry]
    Yo monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
    Blastin wax, side or tops, prince don't play that
    Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, i'm late for dinner
    If my girl wasn't his girl, i was definitely in her
    Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
    Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
    ..
    Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss
    All i needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
    And my, cornbread, now i'm, ready to dig in
    Pick the meat off the bone, and then i ate the skin

    [richard pryor]
    But i'll tell you, what my mother would say..
    "somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ...
    But i'll tell you, what my mother would say..
    "somebody stole my piece of chicken!"

    [pharoahe monch]
    Round (up) round (up) one (two) three
    I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me
    Mrs. mary mac, all dressed in black
    She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
    She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
    Cops get shot when we played swat
    But no one never died though, we just cried
    Only to laugh again when my moms made fried..

    [prince poetry]
    Chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
    Whoo! hah hah, hah hah hah, grand groove
    Was the jam grandmaster vic played in the park
    Past the dark, i seen the spark, so did me, troy and mark
    Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
    Greens but there's no money left in my wallet
    But i kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
    Now we would go to troy's house and get loose (uhh)
    ..
    [pharoahe monch]
    I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window)
    Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow)
    My best friend, was a g.i. joe
    Although he had bald spots in his afro
    Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
    I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas
    Bullies on the block used to beat us
    I was quick as a cat, in fact, i was a cheetah
    Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader
    Little suzy may robinson used to play
    Show and tell with my peter
    ..
    [prince poetry]
    I used to rock my british walkers to church
    After the choir sang the preacher started to preach
    So i had to search
    For a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
    But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
    And said, "mmmmmmmm! you know i smell good"
    I said to myself, "please oh please reverend now would
    You speed up the sermon so i can determine
    Whether i'ma have peas or collars greens
    With my chicken that i'm yearnin"
    Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,
    "please keep the chicken monster from coming through
    The crack of the door!" later at the table
    Moms poppped my hand until it was sore
    Cause i ate the chicken, before
    The preacher said grace, but i'm ready to go for self
    But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
    (what happened to that wing man?)
    (where that chicken go?)
    Chick-chick-chick-chicken
    (where that chicken go?)
    Chick-chick-chick-chicken
    Chick-chick-chick-chicken
    Chick-chick-chick-chicken

    [richard pryor]
    You know that chicken i put in the refridgerator last night?
    Well i expect to find it when i get home, or else!
    But i'll tell you, what my mother would say..
    "somebody stole my piece of chicken!"

    "i didn't take your chicken pop"

    [prince poetry]
    Just wait til i get home, cause ain't no chicken left
    (hey that's cool)
    Miss clarabell took the last piece of chicken
    (that's cool!)

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