Letra de Chickenhead

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain´t got no hair in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to beautician
Run game until the game is gravy
That don´t mean spend cheese fo 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 the club tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
It´s Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
Full of that mo´-mo´ holla at a chicken

Chorus

(La Chat)
Yeah you like my outfit, don´t even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

(Project Pat)
Always in my face talkin this and that
Girl I had to buy some rims for da Cadillac

(La Chat)
You riding clean but ya gas tank is on E
Be steppin out ain´t no descent shoes on ya feet

(Project Pat)
That´s just the meter broke youn´t know´cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans finna come out

(La Chat)
Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mug

Knowin that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub

(Project Pat)
But he was with me, that´s when you hated
cause when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

(La Chat)
I sho did in our face drankin on that "yak"
Mouth fulla gold but yo ass need some Tic-Tacs

(Project Pat)
What? You need some gum, breathe like some thunder
What you lookin at? I don´t want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

Chorus

(Dj Paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 inch Pirelli´s roll mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my foes ridin Caddy truck wit dvd
A flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees
Knowin that´s all I want straight out the club
The 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 clothes in the trunk

(Juicy J)
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 the fool supplyin tha blow
I´m the playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
Tellin me that you diggin me
Tellin me I´m yo man to be
Girlfriend its gone cost a fee
Get yo ass and work the streets
Pay ya boy and make me rich
So we keep them swisher´s lit
Pay yo fees we count them G´s
Cashin it from all you chicks

Chorus