Lyrics:
lemons I ain't fuckin with that minute maid
Hard pressed to find excess in my piggy bank
Cause I ain't counting chicken eggs
I'm counting on myself to not
shanty there
Now my Oklahoma home is blown away
Well I planted wheats and oats
Got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs
Follow as you holla to the right hype
Chicken round up, egg hunt count twice
Cow, horse on baby fucking prowl
Beautiful grass, wind blowing south
Farmer
sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
And tell him catch up like
and grabs them long green boogers by whatever you grab them long green boogers by
Well, one day he's got a full Nelson on this big alligator
When this
to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with
Staring at the blimp, ima have the world by my grip
Like Tony, but I'm never going out like he did
Offer pennies for my thoughts, I could feel
Thinkin life's a beach, whole time its some quicksand
Top Shottas' have ya ass leanin like a kickstand
CHORUS
Kung Pao chicken with the fried rice, egg
Finger licking, ocean chicken, sea to kitchen
Candy flipping, cracking open clams
Pig is on the shrooms again, scrambled like an egg
No one on my
Go ahead
I got a few chickens, tryin' to get in here
Smellin' so good
All you know that they all tender
They crossed the road
So the goal is to enter
whipp' in der Kitchen ein Chicken wie KFC (whip)
Ysl Know Plug, ich sippe den Hennessy (Hennessy)
Glo Up Dinero Gang, ride on my enemies (Argh)
Ich bin
the finger of Sam's hairiest hand
If that sickens you, you a bigot
If it doesn't well then you wicked
Such is life
Odd as Egg McMuffins at night
No
By day lights and night lights
You were
Addicted to win
By day lights and night lights
You were
Addicted to play
By delight call him a crushed egg
to you guys just give me a call back
It's Krispy Kris by the way
Alright bye
With the boys sitting by the lake
We getting drunk and we don't care about
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
to live life
I got this thick chain, I kick that sick game
I make my own ends, I ride on chrome rims
A bunch of chicken heads outside kickin' eggs
My
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,
(You don't know?)
I'll tell you (you don't know?)
Well, it was a Wednesday (mhm)
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry (mhm)
Like two eggs and a sloppy
(You don't know?)
I'll tell you (you don't know?)
Well, it was a Wednesday (mhm)
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry (mhm)
Like two eggs and a sloppy
The money missing and there's mouths to feed
Get the brain kicking, thinking of a thousand things
Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs
cause you cheated
If you worked in a kitched, it'd be sweeter
From the rappin' that I hear, you'd make a better egg beater
A teeter totter, or should
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
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