Yeah Muthafuckin east bay Back in your muthafuckin Rollin in my muthafuckin coupe Muthafuckin black-on-black Triple gold d's and Spice one knowmsayin mobbin
Four in a coop Make a wanna shoop sanders ain't poppin, droppin Big fat huey, ki's they can purchase Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, fuck Fools in the city the fuck up dead Cos I'm servin more chickens foghorn leg wanna know where a nigga reside Cos the nuggets I'm sellin kentucky fried See, I boil it to a certain Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with But it mcdonald's or burger king Cos goin under gettin caught with hot wings Ba-da-ba-ba slingin lleyo Them don't play, hoe Say no if ask you if you seen A young nigga braids slinig birds out a pinto Smokin indo to my hitman Put your ass six feet under quicksand Get some slugs and a shower Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin Fuckin round with the funky
believin in flake from s-p-i Never gettin high off your own
The world was a big fat for a nigga like me to get behind her See, the and the clockers know me so well Servin my muthafuckin ki's outta cheap Cookin in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose See, let a real nigga it I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still it the hustle goin strong each day My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and away in my drawers collectin them funds Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear cos niggas try to jack See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken There no match for this killin-ass baller Call a like at&t and touch all of y'all I'm countin in my sleep I used to sheep But the chickens give me heap, so catch the The fuck off, I it when my stack thicken Yeah, fuckin round with the funky
Straight in flake from s-p-i Never high off your own supply
Clockers walk around the track pickin doves bird seed Mix a little with some dirt weed But I mob in my chicken coupe on triple gold With today twenty chicken sold And niggas love me cos I'm 205 And when I stay niggas put scrilla out for my life You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you You wanna murder who? full of dirt for you The villain, chicken seller Slingin out the trunk, a 95 goodfella under from these crooked-ass federalies And leavin niggas who don't pay me up in the alley Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the Showin you what my scrilla really mean to me Cos I'm addicted to the lley slingin Got me slingin in the shower, two every four hours Watch my ass and I'm on another mission Finna serve more of that funky chicken
Yeah you know I'm sayin mobbin and shit About 30 ki's in the trunk know what time it is Yeah, you gotta your muthafuckin shit will try to get you for your caine, nigga You know the rules, Yeah, never understimate the muthafucka's greed Straight And when you're rollin in your drop Or you're ridin in Nigga, have the music up too goddamn loud Cos muthafuckas'll ride up on you and Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out shit don't give a fuck if you're strapped or not, nigga This lley game ain't no joke Just get in funk behind them Straight peruvian flavor Cookin in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bake me chef ? ? ? g's