Spice 1

Spice 1 - Funky Chickens lyrics

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

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 cos 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 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 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 cos 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 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-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

Cos 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 muthafuckin trunk

Niggas know what time it is

Knowmsayin

Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin drop

Or whatever you're ridin in

Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud

Cos 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 muthafuckin 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 ???

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