Bosko - Funky Chickens lyrics

Yeah n***a Muthaf**in East Bay Gangster Back in your muthaf**in face Rollin in my muthaf**in chicken coupe Muthaf**in black-on-black caddy Triple gold D's and sh** Spice muthaf**in one knowmsayin Straight mobbin Four chickens in a coop Make a n***a wanna shoop Colonel Sanders ain't poppin, droppin Big fat Baby Huey, ki's they can purchase Got the whole hood ballin, n***a, f** churches Fools in the city turn the f** up dead Cos I'm servin more chickens than Foghorn Leg Feds wanna know where a n***a reside Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't Kentucky Fried See, I boil it to a certain degree Sometimes a n***a even sellin quarter pounders with cheese But it ain't McDonald's or Burger King Cos muthaf**as goin under gettin caught with hot wings Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo Them feds don't play, ho Say no if they ask you if you seen A young n***a wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto Smokin indo talkin to my hitman Put your a** six feet under like quicksand Get some slugs and a golden shower Got the muthaf**in c**aine, money and power Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin f**in 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 n***a like me to get behind her See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well Servin my muthaf**in ki's outta cheap motels Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes Collect the sh** in my lungs, collect the sh** in my nose See, let a real n***a tell it I seen n***as swallow they lley, sh** it out and still sell it Keep the hustle goin strong each day My little homie Larry swallowed five dubs and pa**ed away Chickens in my drawers collectin them funds Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's Infrared cos n***as try to jack See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch There ain't no match for this k**in-a** 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 f** off, I love it when my stack thicken Yeah, f**in 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 n***as love me cos I'm straight 205 And when I stay alive n***as 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-a** federalies And leavin n***as who don't pay me shot up in the alley Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the scenery Showin you n***as 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 a** 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 sh** About 30 ki's in the muthaf**in trunk n***as know what time it is Knowmsayin Yeah, you gotta watch your muthaf**in sh** n***as will try to get you for your caine, n***a You know the rules, n***a Yeah, never understimate the other muthaf**a's greed Straight game Yeah And when you're rollin in your muthaf**in drop Or whatever you're ridin in n***a, don't have the music up too goddamn loud Cos muthaf**as'll ride up on you and straight Shoot you in your muthfaf**in head and drag you up out your sh** They don't give a f** if you're strapped or not, n***a This lley game ain't no muthaf**in joke Yeah Just get in funk behind them chickens Straight uncut peruvian flavor Cookin chickens in the kitchen, n***a, like Shake 'N Bake Call me chef ??? 187000 g's