Fried Chicken (Album Version (Explicit))
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Uh, Lord, Lord, Jah
What I'm gon' do?
Uh, shhh
Lord, Lord, Jah, shit is all true
Mmmm, fried chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a key
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Drivin' in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal flower
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm lookin' at you salivatin'
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waitin'
Lay you down 'cause you're red hot
Louisiana style, you make my head rock
Then I flop to the bed then plop
When we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death
Created by Southern black women to serve massive guests
You gon' be a nigga death
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you was my addiction
Drippin' with high cholest'
Like Greeks with his falafel, Italians with his tomato pasta
What roti is to a rasta, trappin' me
You and your friend mac and cheese, candied yams, collard greens
But you knockin' me to my knees
It's killin' me when I'm this high
Nothin' I need more than a fish fry
Shit, it tastes good, I can't lie
It's like you walkin' out the tanning salon
When I pull you out the oven from bakin'
I got you on my mind
Rubbin' that suntan lotion all up over your body
So amazin' how you sparkle when I glaze you, swine
Hey, my pretty ham hock
It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
To massage your meat and shower you with lemon water
Marinate you in seasonin', dippin' you in chowder
Baby, it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
While enjoying your buttermilk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle, bubblin' on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance, still I lick my finger frequent
In any event
I'm reflectin' on all the signs that I
Got sayin' that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way that you would taste make you hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you, but that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection manifestin'?
Confused over the feelin'
Impatiently eatin' you, Trakeena Worm
Chewin' on the wall of my intestine
I'ma eat you 'til there's nothin' left
'Til my very last breath
You gon' be a nigga death
Despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin' swine as a chef
You gon' be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine's mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death
Ain't that some shit?
I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eatin' kills me
And I choose to do that
Why? 'Cause that's just what niggas do
What I'm gon' do?
Uh, shhh
Lord, Lord, Jah, shit is all true
Mmmm, fried chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a key
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Drivin' in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal flower
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm lookin' at you salivatin'
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waitin'
Lay you down 'cause you're red hot
Louisiana style, you make my head rock
Then I flop to the bed then plop
When we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death
Created by Southern black women to serve massive guests
You gon' be a nigga death
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you was my addiction
Drippin' with high cholest'
Like Greeks with his falafel, Italians with his tomato pasta
What roti is to a rasta, trappin' me
You and your friend mac and cheese, candied yams, collard greens
But you knockin' me to my knees
It's killin' me when I'm this high
Nothin' I need more than a fish fry
Shit, it tastes good, I can't lie
It's like you walkin' out the tanning salon
When I pull you out the oven from bakin'
I got you on my mind
Rubbin' that suntan lotion all up over your body
So amazin' how you sparkle when I glaze you, swine
Hey, my pretty ham hock
It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
To massage your meat and shower you with lemon water
Marinate you in seasonin', dippin' you in chowder
Baby, it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
While enjoying your buttermilk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle, bubblin' on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance, still I lick my finger frequent
In any event
I'm reflectin' on all the signs that I
Got sayin' that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way that you would taste make you hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you, but that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection manifestin'?
Confused over the feelin'
Impatiently eatin' you, Trakeena Worm
Chewin' on the wall of my intestine
I'ma eat you 'til there's nothin' left
'Til my very last breath
You gon' be a nigga death
Despite I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin' swine as a chef
You gon' be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine's mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death
Ain't that some shit?
I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eatin' kills me
And I choose to do that
Why? 'Cause that's just what niggas do
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.27] Uh, Lord, Lord, Jah
[00:07.11] What I'm gon' do?
[00:10.02] Uh, shhh
[00:14.14] Lord, Lord, Jah, shit is all true
[00:20.14] Mmmm, fried chicken, fly vixen
[00:22.91] Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
[00:25.75] You a bird but you ain't a key
[00:27.68] Got wings but you can't fly away from me
[00:29.83] Drivin' in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
[00:33.16] Look what you done to me, was number one to me
[00:35.65] After you shower, you and your gold medal flower
[00:38.39] Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour
[00:40.72] You in your hot tub, I'm lookin' at you salivatin'
[00:43.56] Dry you off, I got your paper towel waitin'
[00:45.97] Lay you down 'cause you're red hot
[00:47.65] Louisiana style, you make my head rock
[00:49.66] Then I flop to the bed then plop
[00:51.80] When we done I need rest
[00:53.27] Don't know what part of you I love best
[00:55.43] Your legs or your breasts
[00:57.10] Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death
[00:59.97] Created by Southern black women to serve massive guests
[01:03.55] You gon' be a nigga death
[01:05.42] Mrs. Fried Chicken, you was my addiction
[01:08.50] Drippin' with high cholest'
[01:10.45] Like Greeks with his falafel, Italians with his tomato pasta
[01:13.71] What roti is to a rasta, trappin' me
[01:16.67] You and your friend mac and cheese, candied yams, collard greens
[01:19.11] But you knockin' me to my knees
[01:20.56] It's killin' me when I'm this high
[01:22.28] Nothin' I need more than a fish fry
[01:24.39] Shit, it tastes good, I can't lie
[01:26.17] It's like you walkin' out the tanning salon
[01:28.10] When I pull you out the oven from bakin'
[01:29.83] I got you on my mind
[01:31.01] Rubbin' that suntan lotion all up over your body
[01:33.71] So amazin' how you sparkle when I glaze you, swine
[01:36.18] Hey, my pretty ham hock
[01:37.90] It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
[01:41.25] To massage your meat and shower you with lemon water
[01:43.75] Marinate you in seasonin', dippin' you in chowder
[01:46.25] Baby, it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
[01:49.25] While enjoying your buttermilk treatment
[01:51.18] I sit and watch the grease sizzle, bubblin' on your skin
[01:53.72] Despite the funny fragrance, still I lick my finger frequent
[01:56.72] In any event
[01:57.83] I'm reflectin' on all the signs that I
[01:59.48] Got sayin' that I shouldn't fuck with you
[02:01.53] But the way that you would taste make you hard to resist
[02:04.00] When I put my mouth on you, but that's another issue
[02:06.52] Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
[02:09.33] Or was it infection manifestin'?
[02:11.18] Confused over the feelin'
[02:12.57] Impatiently eatin' you, Trakeena Worm
[02:14.55] Chewin' on the wall of my intestine
[02:16.49] I'ma eat you 'til there's nothin' left
[02:17.94] 'Til my very last breath
[02:19.87] You gon' be a nigga death
[02:21.56] Despite I prepare it the best
[02:22.85] And specialize in cookin' swine as a chef
[02:24.94] You gon' be a nigga death
[02:26.65] Who cares if the swine's mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
[02:29.84] Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death
[02:32.00] Ain't that some shit?
[02:34.06] I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eatin' kills me
[02:37.68] And I choose to do that
[02:39.81] Why? 'Cause that's just what niggas do
[02:50.09]
[00:07.11] What I'm gon' do?
[00:10.02] Uh, shhh
[00:14.14] Lord, Lord, Jah, shit is all true
[00:20.14] Mmmm, fried chicken, fly vixen
[00:22.91] Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
[00:25.75] You a bird but you ain't a key
[00:27.68] Got wings but you can't fly away from me
[00:29.83] Drivin' in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
[00:33.16] Look what you done to me, was number one to me
[00:35.65] After you shower, you and your gold medal flower
[00:38.39] Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour
[00:40.72] You in your hot tub, I'm lookin' at you salivatin'
[00:43.56] Dry you off, I got your paper towel waitin'
[00:45.97] Lay you down 'cause you're red hot
[00:47.65] Louisiana style, you make my head rock
[00:49.66] Then I flop to the bed then plop
[00:51.80] When we done I need rest
[00:53.27] Don't know what part of you I love best
[00:55.43] Your legs or your breasts
[00:57.10] Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death
[00:59.97] Created by Southern black women to serve massive guests
[01:03.55] You gon' be a nigga death
[01:05.42] Mrs. Fried Chicken, you was my addiction
[01:08.50] Drippin' with high cholest'
[01:10.45] Like Greeks with his falafel, Italians with his tomato pasta
[01:13.71] What roti is to a rasta, trappin' me
[01:16.67] You and your friend mac and cheese, candied yams, collard greens
[01:19.11] But you knockin' me to my knees
[01:20.56] It's killin' me when I'm this high
[01:22.28] Nothin' I need more than a fish fry
[01:24.39] Shit, it tastes good, I can't lie
[01:26.17] It's like you walkin' out the tanning salon
[01:28.10] When I pull you out the oven from bakin'
[01:29.83] I got you on my mind
[01:31.01] Rubbin' that suntan lotion all up over your body
[01:33.71] So amazin' how you sparkle when I glaze you, swine
[01:36.18] Hey, my pretty ham hock
[01:37.90] It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
[01:41.25] To massage your meat and shower you with lemon water
[01:43.75] Marinate you in seasonin', dippin' you in chowder
[01:46.25] Baby, it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
[01:49.25] While enjoying your buttermilk treatment
[01:51.18] I sit and watch the grease sizzle, bubblin' on your skin
[01:53.72] Despite the funny fragrance, still I lick my finger frequent
[01:56.72] In any event
[01:57.83] I'm reflectin' on all the signs that I
[01:59.48] Got sayin' that I shouldn't fuck with you
[02:01.53] But the way that you would taste make you hard to resist
[02:04.00] When I put my mouth on you, but that's another issue
[02:06.52] Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
[02:09.33] Or was it infection manifestin'?
[02:11.18] Confused over the feelin'
[02:12.57] Impatiently eatin' you, Trakeena Worm
[02:14.55] Chewin' on the wall of my intestine
[02:16.49] I'ma eat you 'til there's nothin' left
[02:17.94] 'Til my very last breath
[02:19.87] You gon' be a nigga death
[02:21.56] Despite I prepare it the best
[02:22.85] And specialize in cookin' swine as a chef
[02:24.94] You gon' be a nigga death
[02:26.65] Who cares if the swine's mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
[02:29.84] Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death
[02:32.00] Ain't that some shit?
[02:34.06] I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eatin' kills me
[02:37.68] And I choose to do that
[02:39.81] Why? 'Cause that's just what niggas do
[02:50.09]