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spice 1 – funky chickens lyrics

yeah n-gg-
m-th-f-ckin east bay gangster
back in your m-th-f-ckin face
rollin in my m-th-f-ckin chicken coupe
m-th-f-ckin black on black caddy
triple gold d’s and sh-t
spice m-th-f-ckin one knowmsayin
straight mobbin

four chickens in a coop
make a n-gg- wanna shoop
colonel sanders ain’t poppin droppin
big fat baby huey ki’s they can purchase
got the whole hood ballin n-gg- f-ck churches
fools in the city turn the f-ck up dead
cos i’m servin more chickens than fogh-rn leg
feds wanna know where a n-gg- reside
cos the nuggets i’m sellin ain’t kentucky fried
see, i boil it to a certain degree
sometimes a n-gg- even sellin quarter pounders with cheese
but it ain’t mcdonald’s or burger king
cos m-th-f-ckas 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 n-gg- wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto
smokin indo talkin to my hitman
put your -ss six feet under like quicksand
get some slugs and a golden shower
got the m-th-f-ckin cocaine, money and power
takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
f-ckin 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 v-g-n-
waitin for a n-gg- like me to get behind her
see, the ballers and the clockers know me so well
servin my m-th-f-ckin ki’s outta cheap motels
cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes
collect the sh-t in my lungs, collect the sh-t in my nose
see, let a real n-gg- tell it
i seen n-gg-s swallow they lley, sh-t it out and still sell it
keep the hustle goin strong each day
my little homie larry swallowed five dubs and p-ssed away
chickens in my drawers collectin them funds
can’t wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun’s
infrared cos n-gg-s try to jack
see i’m sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch
there ain’t no match for this killin–ss 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 f-ck off, i love it when my stack thicken
yeah, f-ckin 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 n-gg-s love me cos i’m straight 205
and when i stay alive n-gg-s 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–ss federalies
and leavin n-gg-s who don’t pay me shot up in the alley
murderin swift and i’m quick up out the scenery
showin you n-gg-s 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 -ss 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 sh-t
about 30 ki’s in the m-th-f-ckin trunk
n-gg-s know what time it is
knowmsayin
yeah, you gotta watch your m-th-f-ckin sh-t
n-gg-s will try to get you for your caine, n-gg-
you know the rules, n-gg-
yeah, never understimate the other m-th-f-cka’s greed
straight game
yeah
and when you’re rollin in your m-th-f-ckin drop
or whatever you’re ridin in
n-gg-, don’t have the music up too godd-mn loud
cos m-th-f-ckas’ll ride up on you and straight
shoot you in your muthfaf-ckin head and drag you up out your sh-t
they don’t give a f-ck if you’re strapped or not, n-gg-
this lley game ain’t no m-th-f-ckin joke
yeah
just get in funk behind them chickens
straight uncut peruvian flavor
cookin chickens in the kitchen, n-gg-, like shake ‘n bake

call me chef?
187000 g’s

- spice 1 lyrics

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