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Fried Chicken Lyrics by The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts: Street Level

1994

[Intro: sample]
"What's up?" "What's up?" "What's up?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous..."
"What's up?"
[Verse 1: 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
Then shoot my semen, the intoxicated fucking demon
Shoots the load, at home or on the road
Baby doll, I buss a style to put you in the mode
Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic
Want to place an order for a sandwich bag of chronic
[Verse 2: V.I.C., (Juju)]
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 who don't sleep
(So don't try and sweat his route)
V.I.C., yo!
[Verse 3: Fashion]
P-P-P-Presto
Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic
I'll beat your little ass, fuckin' faggot
It's the season of the hunt, fucking runt, I get buck and
Blast when I buss 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 with Intoxicated Demons
[Verse 4: 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?
[Chorus: Bobbito sample]
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
("Body body rock, body body rock")
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
("Body body rock, body body rock")
[Verse 5: Fashion]
So fucking laidback and I thought you knew
Shit get cold when the Kool come through
Hey, but only with my style, 'cause only Fash can do it
Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it
Blow me, or shut the fuck up, you can't hang
See the slang, drips from my lips with the bang
Boom, got a box of lead for a nigga
'Cause before you lick off – {*bang bang*} I pull the trigga
[Verse 6: JuJu]
Yo I came to get mines, straight up, fuck the game
I'm all about mad loot, guns, and fat chains
Act like you know, don't front, or feel the fury
I'll catch a homicide charge and see the jury
Quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you
Bury that ass where God can't even find you
Fucking with the Junkyard nigga's like a bad move
I keep my finger on the trigga, I can't lose
[Verse 7: Psycho Les]
You know that I know who's a friend, who's a foe
Best believe I know who's my girl, who's a ho
It's the klepto, dropping verses while you dance
Blaow! Blast you, call the ambulance
"Owww" – bitches all say while I'm steppin
What happened? You forgot to load your little weapon
Oh no, now you lay on the floor
While I puff endo and order beer to go
[Chorus: Bobbito sample]
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
("Body body rock, body body rock")
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"
("Body body rock, body body rock")
[Outro: various samples]
"What's up?" "What's up?"
"Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn"
"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"
"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"
"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"
"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"

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