Fried Chicken

Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It's gotta be hype got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody moves on that they get loose teeth Evil's got the funky beat a stupid dope loop But the record's kind of old What we gonna do troop? We gotta clean it up 'cause it's so dope Tried the rubbin' alcohol even the ivory soap But no matter what we do the record keeps clickin' f**k it Yo, you give me some of that damn fried chicken Oh yea, oh yea, this sound kinda nice man alright Definitely go for it I think niggaz gonna give a crack on it which he uses, right You f**ked it yea Everybody do it out My heart is going down