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PERFORMING ARTISTS
D'Angelo
D'Angelo
Vocals
Pino Palladino
Pino Palladino
Bass
James Poyser
James Poyser
Keyboards
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Songwriter
Michael Archer
Michael Archer
Songwriter
James Poyser
James Poyser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D'Angelo
D'Angelo
Producer
Russell Elevado
Russell Elevado
Mixing Engineer
Steve Mandell
Steve Mandell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Let me tell ya 'bout the, let me tell ya 'bout the chicken grease Stuffs and things to make the people get out ya seat, good God Everybody it's cool if you wanna clap your hands and stomp ya feet Come on down to the front where you can feel the beat, yeah From the left to the right, the back, the middle and the front Don't be uptight shake it off and do what you want Pump it in the club, get a little bit a rub-a-dub I know you love me 'cause I'm funky 'Cause I just wanna show you some love Ah, uh, when Duke, my partner's on the avenue Chicken grease I said it's in the streets, good God Chicken Grease To get to the otha side, y'all cross the road But not the kid, see I'm like that old bucket of Crisco That's sitting on top of the stove Simmer, simmer to a sizzle like the days of old But I'll wait 'til I've mastered this, let the others go first So the brothers won't miss, fried 'til it's burned and crisp See we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like this Now you know how it's goin' down Start at your neck then through your back Then works its way down to your feet (like this) So unique, come on everybody let's dance to the beat I just wanna put you down (yeah) I just want y'all to get down (yeah) Everybody come get down to the chicken grease (Take a look at that chicken grease) (I'm on a roll 'cause the funk is as I...) Said if you wanna come on down to the front, baby yo, it's cool Everybody fakin' the funk, I'ma put you in school But take a lesson from adolescent to man I got the music and the instruments and use 'em as my weapons at hand Everybody on the floor, gotta listen to me Clap your hands, but just stomp your feet I just wanna put you down (yeah) I just want y'all to get down (yeah) Everybody come get down to the chicken grease Everybody, everybody, yeah Comin' down to chicken grease I got style with you babe, get it out yeah (chicken grease) I go get up it 'cause it's smokin', girl I say it loud I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you, yeah, funk, yeah 'cause I... I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you (oh, chicken grease) hey, hey, hey (Oh, chicken grease) hey, hey, hey, hey (Oh, chicken grease) ay, oh (Oh, chicken grease) oh yeah I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you, yeah, funk, yeah 'cause I, the way you funk I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I- I know you love me 'cause I funk, 'cause I-
Writer(s): James Jason Poyser, Ahmir K. Thompson, Michael D'angelo Archer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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