(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 skally-wag

ain't got no hair in back

gelled up weaved up

yo hair is messed

need to get bout' a hustle mission

get up on loot run to beautican

run game until the game is gravy

that don't mean spend cheese fa 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 da club tryin ta shake that thang

tryin ta get piece

chicken chicken always into some dumb shit

shuolda paid ya light bill

you bought a outfit

stay at ya mammy house

and keep a smart mouth

its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south

so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin

full of that mo mo holla at a chicken



Chorus



(Lil 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 Cadilac



(Lil Chat)

you riding clean

but ya gas tank is on E

be stepping 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



(Lil Chat)

hate see ya in a club

ya mobbin wit a mug

know that ya ridin wit ya boy

ya nothing 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



(Lil Chat)

i sho did

in our face drankin on that "yak"

moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs



(Project Pat)

what? you need some gun

breath like some thunder

what you lookin at

i don't want yo phone number

(boy please whateva)



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(Dj Paul)

now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold

see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll

mane thank the vogues

dodgin all my foes

ridin Cady truck wit dvd

a flock of broads follow me

from the club to break they knees

knowin that's all i want

straight out tha club

tha rest ain't smellin right

the last thang on they mind is freshin up

its goin down tonight

weave in they head

weed in they purse

still crunk

baby seats all across the back wit close 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 tha fool supplyin tha blow

i'm tha 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 rags and work that streets

pay ya boy and make me rich

so we keep them swisher's lit

(???) yo fees we count them g's

cashin it from all you chicks



Chorus