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Chicken Fried Funk

through yo hood But won't be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads Fried chicken

hands stomp your feet I just wanna put u down (yeah) I just want ya all 2 get down (yeah) everybody come get down 2 the chicken grease (yeah) chicken grease chicken

piece of platinum make my whole body ashy Nigga what? [Sonja Blade] Uhh, yo It's the sty' thing, I'm a feast, you fried wings Sonja Blade gettin more

and skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak, "Whats up" from the driver seat [Cee-lo] A heaping helping of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese

lawn Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven Wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried I ate a dead

for ya See I'm half way through and I still owe ya, ugh Cos I'ma take you back like good friend (Like mom's fried chicken, greens and cornbread) See black

, 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

I'm mowing the lawn Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin' Tastes like chicken finger lickin' deep fried

real niggas bail through yo hood But won't be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads Fried chicken