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RUN DMC - You Be Illin' (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Mizell
Jason Mizell
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mizell
Jason Mizell
Songwriter
Joseph Simmons
Joseph Simmons
Songwriter
Raymond White
Raymond White
Songwriter
JASON MIZELL
JASON MIZELL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Mizell
Jason Mizell
Co-Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Producer
Joseph Simmons
Joseph Simmons
Co-Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Engineer

Lyrics

One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny Went up to the front with a menu and his money He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um, is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said "Yeah" smiled, and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, Small Fries, Big Mac! You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin' Today you won a ticket to see Doctor J Front row seat, in free, no pay Radio in hand, snacks by feet Game's about to start You kickin' popcorn to the beat You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town 'Round his back, through the hoop Then you scream "Touchdown" You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin' The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' For dinner, you ate it, there is none left It was salty, with butter and it was def You proceeded to eat it 'cause you was in the mood But Holmes you did not read, it was a can of dog food You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', ill-illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin', illin', ill-illin' You be illin', illin', ill-ill-ill-illin' Illin' Illin' Ill-Illin'
Writer(s): Joseph Ward Simmons, Jason William Mizell, Raymond L. White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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