Curry Chicken

Break it

Like, oh, he's broke, I told you he was broke

Word

I told you he ain't go no money

Or, you know, this and that, or whatever, whatever, then you'll see some

Other people, you'll put that you're here in this

Oh, Joey done made it, he bought a crib, he this, he that

Word, ha, ha

So it's all a story, it's a perception that people make for you

Along the way

So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point in given time

And that's the thing that concerns me

Break it down

We break it down like (Break it down)

Joey Bad, he break it down like

My ****, Fly, he break it down like

My ****, Statik, break it down like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two

Alright, alright, alright, alright, uh

First thing first is I been rehearsing these verses

In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat

But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some gold

And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat

And tell my mama, oh no, your purses will never run low

No more, 'cause back when I was 4 and we was poor

You would purchase the store

So here I go, your little man has got to grow

I'm walking out the door

My mama just smiling, 'cause she know

I got my back, ain't gotta worry

Only thing she ask is that I hurry

Home in time for Christmas for some dinner (Some dinner)

See you on TV again, boy, you lookin' thinner

But you lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get, and then you give back

You got to give to get, and then you give back

You got to give to get, and then you give back

Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse

Or just been putting in work and leaving **** in the dirt

But ever since birth, I knew I would be something on this Earth

So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerve

And to my papa, my word is my bond

When you held me in your arms

Did you know along that a star was born?

Then you named me Jo-Vaughn, now that name rings alarms

Nearly twenty years later, we on a plane to the Palms

I gotcha back, ain't gotta worry (Worry, worry, worry)

Only thing I ask is for some curry (Curry, c-c-curry)

Chicken, when we land we eatin' dinner

Mama see me on TV again, lookin' thinner

But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get, and then you give back

You got to give to get, and then you give back

You got to give to get, and then you give back

Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take

Break it down (My soul to take)

Break it down (I pray the Lord, my soul to take)

(My soul to take)

Break it down (I pray the Lord, my soul to take)

Break it down