Choppa Chickenheads Lyrics

Chickenheads Lyrics

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken  heads (boy please
whateva)
bwok bwok,chicken chicken
bwok bwok,chicken
heads
(x4)

(project pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair
in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed up
need to get bout' a
hustle mission 
get up loot run to beautican
run game until the game is
gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok)on stalk stalk
for a bootleg
(bwok bwok)pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang
eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth 
at da club trying ta shake that
thang
tryin ta get a piece 
chicken chicken alwaysin some dumb
shit
shoulda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit 
stay at ya mammy
house
and keep a smart mouth 
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha
south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gonestay tickin
full of that mo-mo holla
at a chicken

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(lil chat)
yeah you like my outfit

don'teven fake tha deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the
light bill

(project pat)
always in my face
talkin this and
that
girl i had to buy some rims fa da Cadillac

(lil chat)
you
riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent
shoes on ya feet

(project pat)
that's just the meter broke
youn't
know'cha talkin bout
anyway them Jordan's finna come out

(lil
chat)
hate se ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit
ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub

(project pat)
but he was wit me

that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near
fainted

(lil chat)
i sho did 
in our face drankin on that
"yak"
mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic
tacs

(project pat)
what?you need some gun 
breath like thunder

what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please
whateva)

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(Dj Paul)
now these chicken head hoes see
platinum thick as white gold
se the 20 inch Pirelli's roll mane thank the
vogues 
dodgin all my foes 
ridin Cady truck wit dvd 
a flock
of
broads follows me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i
want 
straight out tha club 
tha rest ain't smellin right 
the last
thangon they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight 
weave in they head

weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit
close in the trunk

(juicy j)
i been known to hold my own 
i been
known to ride on chrome 
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the
diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro 
i'm tha fool supplyin tha
blow 
i'm tha playa who got u chicken jeads knockin at my do
tellin me
that you diggin me 
tellin me i'm yo man to be 
girlfriend its gone cost
a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so
we keep them swisher's lit
(???) yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from
all you chicks

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