Chickenhead (feat. Three 6 Mafia & La Chat)

All right, all right

All right, all right

All right, all right

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

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, giving out head

Ain't a thang, eat a chicken wang

Got some gold teeth

At da club tryin' to shake that thang

Tryin' to get a piece of

Chicken chicken, always into some dumb shit

Shoulda paid ya light bill

You bought a outfit

Stay at ya mammy house

And keep a smart mouth

It's Project Pat, Memphis, Tenn represents the south

So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay kickin'

Full of that mo mo, holla at a chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Yeah you like my outfit

Don't even fake the deal

I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

Always in my face

Talkin' this and that

Girl, I had to buy some rims for da Cadilac

You riding clean

But ya gas tank is on E

Be stepping out, ain't got no decent shoes on ya feet

That's just the meter broke

You don't know what'cha talkin bout

Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out

Hate to see ya in a club

Ya mobbin' wit a mug

Know that ya ridin' wit ya boy

Ya nothing but a scrub

But he was with me

That's when you hated

'Cause when I got up on ya friend, ya damn near fainted

I sho did

In our face drankin' on that "yak"

Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some Tic Tacs

What? You need some gum

Breath like some thunder

What you lookin at

I don't want yo phone number

(Boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken

Bwok bwok, chicken heads

Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as white gold

See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll

Mane thank the vogues

Dodgin all my foes

Ridin' Caddy 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

It's goin' down tonight

Weave in they head

Weed in they purse

Still crunk

Baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk

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 you chicken heads knockin' at my do

Tellin' me that you diggin' me

Tellin' me I'm yo man to be

Girlfriend, it's gon cost a fee

Get yo rags and work that streets

Pay ya boy and make me rich

So we keep them swishers lit

Pay yo fees we count them G's

Cashin' it from all you chicks