chicken wangs and a bottle of dom [Chorus:] Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Ten chicken wangs and a bottle
(yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me Chorus: [Aaliyah and Missy] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens
Chicken's good for the mind Chicken's good for the funny bone Chicken's easy on the eyes Here we go Yum-Yum chicken bone Bock Bock Chicken Yum-Yum chicken
the old scapegoat If he's still alive and kicking And go riding off in glory for that...attitude chicken Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck Attitude chicken
life a living hell Run chicken run Don?t you lose your sleep The cat got out of the bag You better keep your sense Breathe chicken breathe Don?t you lose your breath Chickens
will be In the deep blue sea Wrapped in chicken wire By my own device The navy?ll come The sharks will bite It will be so hard to fight Wrapped in chicken
: Chicken mcnuggetts are bad for you!...bad for you! chicken mcnuggetts are bad for you!...bad for you! chicken mcnuggetts are bad for you!...bad for
I'm moving chickens I move chickens shawty I'm moving chickens I move chickens shawty I'm moving chickens I move chickens In the kitchen cookin chicken
so dope Tried the rubbing alcohol Even the Ivory soap But no matter what we do The record keeps clickin' FUCK IT! Evil E, give me some of that Damn fried chicken
x] Sittin front row at the chicken show so... [Chorus (1x)] Who's going chicken huntin We's goin' chicken huntin' [3x] Cut a motherfucking chicken up
the farther I go the harder it gets to see Chorus: Chicken truck chicken truck Behind it I'm stuck And chicken truck chicken truck Was just my luck Chicken
or your breast Misses Fried Chicken, you gon be a nigga's death Created by southern black women To serve massa, guest You gon be a nigga's death Misses Fried Chicken
sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me [CHORUS] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens
: Your skin feels like Counting the bricks in the city Your temper's light Like all the girls in the city Your eyes are like A cold, cold swim in the
: You know I like my chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I was raised up beneath
: i got wings, i got arms, i got shrinks i got bombs, i got guns, i got brains so there's no point in your warbird she's no point in denying i got guns
Good Chicken I Keep The wings by the pound Freezer stay full, best cook in the town Good Chicken And I keep a plate around Thick chicken, barbeque, lemon
know he did) But if there's one thing in this world that I like better Than a corned beef on rye It's Chicken Pot Pie Chicken Pot Pie [chorus of chicken
