Project Pat - Chickenheads Lyrics
Chickenheads(chorus)Bwok bwok, chicken chickenBwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)Bwok bwok, chicken chickenBwok bwok, chicken heads(x4)(project pat)Bald-head scallywag, aint got no hair in backGelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed upNeed to get bout a hustle missionGet up on loot run to beauticianRun game until the game is gravyThat dont mean spend cheese fo tha baby(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out headAint a thang eat a chicken wangGot some gold teeth, at the club try ta shake that thangTry ta get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb shitShoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a outfitStay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouthIts project pat memphis tenn represent the southSo pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickinFull of that mo-mo holla at a chickenChorus(la chat)Yeah you like my outfit, dont even fake the dealI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill(project pat)Always in my face talkin this and thatGirl I had to buy some rims for da cadillac(la chat)You riding clean but ya gas tank is on eBe steppin out aint no descent shoes on ya feet(project pat)Thats just the meter broke yount knowcha talkin boutAnyway them new jordans finna come out(la chat)Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mugKnowin that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub(project pat)But he was with me, thats when you hatedCause when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted(la chat)I sho did in our face drankin on that yakMouth fulla gold but yo ass need some tic-tacs(project pat)What? you need some gum, breathe like some thunderWhat you lookin at? I dont want yo phone number(boy please whateva)Chorus(dj paul)Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum think its white goldSee the 20 inch pirellis roll mane thank the voguesDodgin all my foes ridin caddy truck wit dvdA flock of broads follow me from the club to break they kneesKnowin thats all I want straight out the clubThe rest aint smellin right the last thang on they mind is freshin upIts goin down tonight, weave in they headWeed in they purse, still crunkBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk(juicy j)I been known to hold my ownI been known to ride on chromeI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stonesIm the fool supplyin tha droIm the fool supplyin tha blowIm the playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my doTellin me that you diggin meTellin me Im yo man to beGirlfriend its gone cost a feeGet yo ass and work the streetsPay ya boy and make me richSo we keep them swishers litPay yo fees we count them gsCashin it from all you chicksChorus
