Представляем точный текст композиции "Funky Chickens" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Funky Chickens» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "Funky Chickens"
Lyrics to Funky Chickens : Yeah nigga Muthafuckin East Bay Gangster Back in your muthafuckin face Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe Muthafuckin black-on-black caddy Triple gold Ds and shit Spice muthafuckin one knowmsayin Straight mobbin Four chickens in a coop Make a nigga wanna shoop Colonel Sanders aint poppin, droppin Big fat Baby Huey, kis they can purchase Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, fuck churches Fools in the city turn the fuck up dead Cos Im servin more chickens than Foghorn Leg Feds wanna know where a nigga reside Cos the nuggets Im sellin aint Kentucky Fried See, I boil it to a certain degree Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese But it aint McDonalds or Burger King Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo Them feds dont play, hoe Say no if they ask you if you seen A young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto Smokin indo talkin to my hitman Put your ass six feet under like quicksand Get some slugs and a golden shower Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and power Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin Fuckin 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 nigga like me to get behind her See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well Servin my muthafuckin kis outta cheap motels Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes Collect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose See, let a real nigga tell it I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it Keep the hustle goin strong each day My little homie Larry swallowed five dubs and passed away Chickens in my drawers collectin them funds Cant wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-duns Infrared cos niggas try to jack See Im sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch There aint no match for this killin-ass baller Call a shot like AT&T and touch all of yall Im countin chickens in my sleep I used to count sheep But the chickens give me heap, so catch the tweak The fuck off, I love it when my stack thicken Yeah, fuckin 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 niggas love me cos Im straight 205 And when I stay alive niggas 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-ass federalies And leavin niggas who dont pay me shot up in the alley Murderin swift and Im quick up out the scenery Showin you niggas what my scrilla really mean to me Cos Im addicted to the lley slingin chickens Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every four hours Watch my ass and Im on another mail mission Finna serve some more of that funky chicken Yeah you know what im sayin Straight mobbin and shit About 30 kis in the muthafuckin trunk Niggas know what time it is Knowmsayin Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin shit Niggas will try to get you for your caine, nigga You know the rules, nigga Yeah, never understimate the other muthafuckas greed Straight game Yeah And when youre rollin in your muthafuckin drop Or whatever youre ridin in Nigga, dont have the music up too goddamn loud Cos muthafuckasll ride up on you and straight Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit They dont give a fuck if youre strapped or not, nigga This lley game aint no muthafuckin joke Yeah Just get in funk behind them chickens Straight uncut peruvian flavor Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like Shake N Bake Call me chef ''' 187000 gs [ Funky Chickens Lyrics ]
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