Funky Chickens

Spice 1

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