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

 need to get bout' a hustle mission

 get up on loot run to beautican

 run game until the game is gravy

 that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby

 (bwok bwok) on a 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 tryin ta shake that thang

 tryin ta get piece

 chicken chicken always into some dumb shit

 shuolda 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 gone stay tickin

 full of that mo mo holla at a chicken

 

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 (Lil Chat)

 yeah you like my outfit

 don't even fake the 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 for da Cadilac

 

 (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 new Jordans finna come out

 

 (Lil Chat)

 hate see 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 with 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"

 moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

 

 (Project Pat)

 what? you need some gun

 breath like some 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 this platinum thick as white gold

 see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll

 mane thank the vogues

 dodgin all my foes

 ridin Cady truck wit dvd

 a flock of broads follow 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 thang on 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 heads 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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