Chicken Heads Lyrics & Tabs by Project Pat
Chicken Heads
guitar chords lyrics
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
(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 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 shit
Shuolda paid ya light bill
You bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house
And keep a smart mouth
It's Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin'
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
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 no descent shoes on ya feet
That's just the meter broke
Youn't know'cha talkin' 'bout
Anyway them new Jordans finna come out
Hate 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 gun
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
(Boy please whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
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
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 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
Bwok, bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy please whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
