Представляем точный текст композиции "Fried Chicken" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Beatnuts (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Fried Chicken» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Beatnuts (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Beatnuts (The) - "Fried Chicken"
Lyrics to Fried Chicken : (feat. V.I.C.) "Ladies and gentlemen, the Worlds Famous..." [Psycho Les] Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum Hook you up on some of that shit that got you numb Open up hon, I just want to see in The shoot my semen, the intoxicated fucking demon Shoots the low at home on the roll David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic Want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic [V.I.C.] Its the mad Puerto Rican with the beats in command Hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand My game is tight, I got the flow And my styles a mystery that niggas will never know Rolling in my jeep mad deep With a live crew, of crazy motherfuckers that dont sleep (So dont try and sweat his route) V.I.C. yo, p-p-p-presto [Fashion] Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic Ill beat your little ass, fucking faggot Its the season of the hunt, fucking runt, I get buck and Blast when I buck your ass sittin duck So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed Break fool, and Im a kick some Kool in your ass Puff up your chest, inhale, youre dreaming Now whip out your brains were intoxicated demons [JuJu] Yo niggas try to pull my card and disrespect Get blown the fuck up cause I aint playing with a full deck I aint the one, kid, you wanna fuck around I got 50 niggas in here now holding me down Never be running outta ammo, got more so I may just empty the clip into your torso Step back, watch the body drop, aint it funny Now you said all that to say what, money' [Bobbito: x4] "I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot My favorite jam of all time is The Body Rock" [Fashion] So fucking lay back and I thought you knew Shit get cold when the Kool come through Hey but only with my style cause only Fash can do it Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it Blow me, or shut the fuck up, you cant hang See the slang, drips from my lips with the bang Boom, got a box of lead for a nigga Cause before you lick off *bang bang* I pull the trigga [JuJu] Yo I came to get mines, straight up, fuck the game Im all about guns, mad loot, and fat chains Act like you want, dont front or feel the fury I catch a homicide charge and see the jury Quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you Bury that ass where God cant even find you Fucking with the Junkyard niggas like a bad move I keep my finger on the trigga I cant lose [Psycho Les] You know that I know whos a friend, whos a foe Best believe I know whos my girl, whos a hoe Its the klepto, dropping verses while you dance Blow! Blast you, call the ambulance Owww, bitches all say while Im steppin What happened' You forgot to load your little weapon Oh no, now you lay on the floor While I puff endo and order beer to go [Bobbito: x4] "I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot My favorite jam of all time is The Body Rock" [ Fried Chicken Lyrics ]
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