Funky Chickens

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