Project Pat - Chickenheads lyrics

chickenheads (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 scallywag, 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 on loot run to beautician Run game until the game is gravy That don't mean spend cheese fo 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 the club try ta shake that thang Try ta get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb sh** Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth It's project pat memphis tenn represent the south So pa** tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken Chorus (la 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 cadillac (la chat) You riding clean but ya gas tank is on e Be steppin 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 (la chat) Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mug Knowin that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin 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 (la chat) I sho did in our face drankin on that "yak" Mouth fulla gold but yo a** need some tic-tacs (project pat) What? you need some gum, breathe like some thunder What you lookin at? i don't want yo phone number (boy please whateva) Chorus (dj paul) Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum think it's white gold See the 20 inch pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues Dodgin all my foes ridin caddy truck wit dvd A flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees Knowin that's all i want straight out the club The rest ain't smellin right the last thang on they mind is freshin up It's goin down tonight, weave in they head Weed in they purse, still crunk Baby seats all across the back wit clothes 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 the fool supplyin tha blow I'm the 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 a** and work the streets Pay ya boy and make me rich So we keep them swisher's lit Pay yo fees we count them g's Cashin it from all you chicks Chorus