Ice‐T - Fried Chicken Lyrics

Yo nigga, yo momma got two feet growing out her titties
Bitch fell down and kept runnin'
Off to the studio late night
Time to cut another track
It's gotta be hype
Got my rhyme book in hand
A blue loose leaf
Anybody move on that
They get loose teeth
Evil's got the funky beat
A stupid dope loop
But the record's kind of old!
(What we gonna do troop?)
We gotta clean it up
Cause it's so dope
Tried the rubbing alcohol
Even the Ivory soap
But no matter what we do
The record keeps clickin'
FUCK IT!
Yo E, gimme some of that damn fried chicken!
Aw yeah (aw yeah)
Aw yeah, this sound kinda nice (definitely got flow)
I don't think niggas gon' hear that crackling, man, we should use this
Yo, fuck that, yeah bro, we can EQ that out
Oh yeah, I'm liking how this going down, word

Yo nigga, yo momma got two feet growing out her titties
Bitch fell down and kept runnin'
Off to the studio late night
Time to cut another track
It's gotta be hype
Got my rhyme book in hand
A blue loose leaf
Anybody move on that
They get loose teeth
Evil's got the funky beat
A stupid dope loop
But the record's kind of old!
(What we gonna do troop?)
We gotta clean it up
Cause it's so dope
Tried the rubbing alcohol
Even the Ivory soap
But no matter what we do
The record keeps clickin'
FUCK IT!
Yo E, gimme some of that damn fried chicken!
Aw yeah (aw yeah)
Aw yeah, this sound kinda nice (definitely got flow)
I don't think niggas gon' hear that crackling, man, we should use this
Yo, fuck that, yeah bro, we can EQ that out
Oh yeah, I'm liking how this going down, word