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Fried Chicken

アーティスト:The Beatnuts 

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's 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.] It's 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 style's a mystery that niggas will never know Rolling in my jeep mad deep With a live crew, of crazy motherfuckers that don't sleep (So don't try and sweat his route) V.I.C. yo, p-p-p-presto [Fashion] Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic I'll beat your little ass, fucking faggot It's 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 I'm a kick some Kool in your ass Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming Now whip out your brains we're intoxicated demons [JuJu] Yo niggas try to pull my card and disrespect Get blown the fuck up cause I ain't playing with a full deck I ain't 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, ain't it funny Now you said all that to say what, money?


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