Funky Chickens (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