Three 6 Mafia - Chickenhead (instrumental) lyrics

Feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J * from the forthcoming "Mista Don't Play" (chorus) Bwok bwok, chicken chicken Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva) Bwok bwok, chicken chicken Bwok bwok, chicken heads (x4) (Project Pat) 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 givin out head Ain't a thang eat a chicken wang Got some gold teeth At da club tryin ta shake that thang Tryin ta get piece Chicken chicken always into some dumb sh** Shuolda paid ya light bill You bought a outfit Stay at ya mammy house And keep a smart mouth Its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south So pa** tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken Chorus (Lil Chat) Yeah you like my outfit Don't even fake the deal I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill (Project Pat) Always in my face Talkin this and that Girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac (Lil Chat) You riding clean But ya gas tank is on E Be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet (Project Pat) That's just the meter broke Youn't know'cha talkin bout Anyway them new Jordans finna come out (Lil Chat) Hate see ya in a club Ya mobbin wit a mug Know that ya ridin wit ya boy Ya nothing but a scrub (Project Pat) But he was with me That's when you hated Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted (Lil Chat) I sho did In our face drankin on that "yak" Moutth fulla golds but yo a** need some tic tacs (Project Pat) What? you need some gun Breath like some thunder What you lookin at I don't want yo phone number (boy please whateva) Chorus (Dj Paul) Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll Mane thank the vogues Dodgin all my foes Ridin Cady 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 Its goin down tonight Weave in they head Weed in they purse Still crunk Baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk (Juicy J) 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 its gone cost a fee Get yo rags and work that streets Pay ya boy and make me rich So we keep them swisher's lit (???) yo fees we count them g's Cashin it from all you chicks Chorus