Fried Chicken Lyrics - Beatnuts

Translate: German | French | Spanish | Italian | Russian | Portuguese

Send "Fried Chicken" Ringtone to your Cell

[psycho les]
Here i come to the rhythm of the drum
Hook you up on some of that xxxx that got you numb
Open up hon i just want to see in
The shoot my semen the intoxicated xxxxxxx demon
Shoots the low at home on the roll
David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue
Tanqueray with the lemon ice with the tonic
Want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic

[v.i.c.]
It's the mad puerto rican with the beats in command
Hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand
My game is tight i got the flow
And my style's a mystery that niggas will never know
Rolling in my jeep mad deep
With a live crew of crazy xxxxxxxxxxxxx that don't sleep
(so don't try and sweat his route)
V.i.c. yo p-p-p-presto

[fashion]
Another kool whip with the magic so tragic
I'll beat your little xxx xxxxxxx faggot
It's the season of the hunt xxxxxxx runt i get buck and
Blast when i buck your xxx sittin duck
So back up how the hell you ever get gassed
Break fool and i'm a kick some kool in your ass
Puff up your chest inhale you're dreaming
Now whip out your brains we're intoxicated demons

[juju]
Yo niggas try to pull my card and disrespect
Get blown the xxxx up cause i ain't playing with a full deck
I ain't the one kid you wanna xxxx around
I got 50 niggas in here now holding me down
Never be running outta ammo got more so
I may just empty the clip into your torso
Step back watch the body drop ain't it funny
Now you said all that to say what money?

"i keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is 'the body rock'" - bobbito (repeat 4x)

[fashion]
So xxxxxxx lay back and i thought you knew
xxxx get cold when the kool come through
Hey but only with my style cause only fash can do it
Through it yeah catch on bake you blew it
Blow me or shut the xxxx up you can't hang
See the slang drips from my lips with the bang
Boom got a box of lead for a nigga
Cause before you lick off *bang bang* i pull the trigga

[juju]
Yo i came to get mines straight up xxxx the game
I'm all about guns mad loot and fat chains
Act like you want don't front or feel the fury
I catch a homicide charge and see the jury
Quick to put a head out kid let me remind you
Bury that xxx where god can't even find you
xxxxxxx with the junkyard nigga's like a bad move
I keep my finger on the trigga i can't lose

[psycho les]
You know that i know who's a friend who's a foe
Best believe i know who's my girl who's a hoe
It's the klepto dropping verses while you dance
Blow! blast you call the ambulance
Owww xxxxxxx all say while i'm steppin
What happened? you forgot to load your little weapon
Oh no now you lay on the floor
While i puff endo and order beer to go

"i keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is 'the body rock'" - bobbito (repeat

Send "Fried Chicken" Ringtone to your Cell