Chicken George

Duration

4:20

Description

Lyrics

Now you can check my roots They call me chicken George You want a piece of chicken? I'm a have to tax you for it 4.5 for the quarter And 9 for the half A whole thang and you'll get wanged If you don't know your math I need to hit these licks Before the chirping stops And if you need that fix Then maybe we can work something out I'll let you cut my grass Go ahead and wash my car And if you still ain't got enough Maybe you got some bar... Or A drank prescription Nigga I ain't tripping I'll pick you up tomorrow I'm at the clinic sipping Flipping chickens I make them perfect trades I even work with change Food stamps and money orders As long as I get paid Yeah I remember your face But I forget your name You ain't never seen me bitch I wholesale everything These hoes tell everything So I seldom fuk wit niggas I ain't got no bodyguards But I know some fucking killers So don't come fucking with us Unless you want them skittles See, I own a candy store Nah, I ain't no drug dealer Got that off Harlem nights I specialize in hardened white Put the work in a Malbrough lights box The majority of my customers or white Ain't that a reversal of fate Hit me on the hip and I'll meet you at the gate But I wouldn't have me waiting there long Take the money out your hand probably hit you in the face I didn't want to be disrespectful But hand-to-hand exchange is just too stressful Risky and so excessive I'm making chump change So ain't no use in me stressin To flip a chicken... I ain't working for Williams Chicken Popeyes or Timmy Chans I ain't working no 9 to 5 Nigga I'm a need that right now cash Now that shit might not last But I'm willing to take a chance I'm a wait two weeks for paycheck? Boy get off the gas Plus I'm a have to walk So if I'm late then it ain't my fault And besides Nigga still gettin served You want Ketchup, pepper or salt? At least it ain't theft or assault Robbing muh fuccas tryin not to get caught Rather smoke a blunt Than to hit that short Clothes smellin like work Tryin to work that clocc Kunta kenta couldn't run No blocc Kizzy took tha cock And didn't do no trippin Master taught George everything That he knew... Now every ni66a in the world tryin to flip these chickens