Tried the rubbin' alcohol even the ivory soap But no matter what we do the record keeps clickin' Fuck it Yo, you give me some of that damn fried 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
Перевод: Ice-T. Fried Chicken.
Перевод: Ice T. Fried Chicken.
s 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
jack swing on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that I bail out I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
swing on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that I bail out I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say Fuck
having to remix shit, aha If you made the original hot you wouldn't have to do that You mad at me, ain't y'all? I don't care, I ain't gon' change it,
use my own kinda douche powder Y'know I mix it, I mix it myself Y'know what I put in it? (Yeah? What?) Alum! (Yeah!!) LSD! (ha ha!) And Kentucky Fried Chicken
out the grease Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss
Now you famous, but guess what? You can't go outside You can't walk outside, with your girl in the rain You can't walk outside, with your girl in the
I don't give a fuck 'cause I be sick like Suzy Take these 32 round clips from my automatic Uzi Run and duck and hide nigga, you fried Ain't no love
trey eight, four nickel tucked Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up This is for my fly ice niggaz Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
jack swing on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that I bail out I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say
dry toast no butter no jelly no jam Lunch just some lettuce two celery stalks no booze no potatoes no ham Dinner one chicken wing broiled not fried no
's are smellin' just like the Colonel You're all fried chicken with your back side lickin' I'll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin' Out
She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed Goes to the bathroom, then