Pharoahe Monch - Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken? lyrics

"Of all the things my momma used to cook; I liked.." "Chicken!" [Richard Pryor] You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night? Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else! [Pharoahe Monch] Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these) Days way back, in the seventies (seventies) The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-AIDS Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDS Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss Peel off the skin, eat all the meat Nibble on the bone, and then s** the goo Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold It even taste better THE NEXT DAY COLD Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken When I collect my thoughts I recollect I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy) "Damn it!" everyday "Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play" [Prince Poetry] Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix) Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix .. Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss All I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce And my, cornbread, now I'm, ready to dig in Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin [Richard Pryor] But I'll tell you, what my mother would say.. "Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ... But I'll tell you, what my mother would say.. "Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" [Pharoahe Monch] Round (up) round (up) one (two) three I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me Mrs. Mary Mack, all dressed in black She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot Cops get shot when we played SWAT But no one never died though, we just cried Only to laugh again when my moms made fried.. [Prince Poetry] Chicken barbecues in the summer was the move Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove Was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park Past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard Greens but there's no money left in my wallet But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?) Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose (uhh) .. [Pharoahe Monch] I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window) Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow) My best friend, was a G.I. Joe Although he had bald spots in his afro Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas Bullies on the block used to beat us I was quick as a cat, in fact, I was a cheetah Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader Little Suzy May Robinson used to play Show and tell with my peter .. [Prince Poetry] I used to rock my British Walkers to church After the choir sang the preacher started to preach So I had to search For a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side And said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good" I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would You speed up the sermon so I can determine Whether I'mma have peas or collars greens With my chicken that I'm yearnin" Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering "Please keep the chicken monster from coming through The crack of the door!" Later at the table Moms poppped my hand until it was sore Cause I ate the chicken, before The preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left (What happened to that wing man?) (Where that chicken go?) Chick-chick-chick-chicken (Where that chicken go?) Chick-chick-chick-chicken Chick-chick-chick-chicken Chick-chick-chick-chicken [Richard Pryor] You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night? Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else! But I'll tell you, what my mother would say.. "Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" "I didn't take your chicken Pop" [Prince Poetry] Just wait til I get home, cause ain't no chicken left (hey that's cool) Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken (that's cool!)