Fried Chicken - The Beatnuts: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Fried Chicken

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fried Chicken was released on June 21, 1994 by Columbia/Legacy as a part of the album Street Level

Song Details

AlbumStreet Level

Release DateJune 21, 1994

LabelColumbia/Legacy

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Beatnuts

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lester Fernandez

Lester Fernandez

Composer

Bertony Smalls

Composer

Jerry Tineo

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Beatnuts

Producer

Chris Lighty

Executive Producer

Rich Keller

Recording Engineer

Troy Hightower

Mixing Engineer

Chris Curran

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

"What's up?" "What's up?" "What's up?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous..."

"What's up?"

Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum

Hook you up on some of that shit that got you numb

Open up, hon, I just want to see in

Then shoot my semen, the intoxicated fucking demon

Shoots the load, at home or on the road

Baby doll, I buss a style to put you in the mode

Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic

Want to place an order for a sandwich bag of chronic

It's the mad Puerto Rican with the beats in command

Hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand

My game is tight, I got the flow

And my style's a mystery that **** will never know

Rolling in my jeep mad deep

With a live crew, of crazy motherfuckers who don't sleep

(So don't try and sweat his route)

V.I.C., yo!

P-P-P-Presto

Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic

I'll beat your little ass, fuckin' faggot

It's the season of the hunt, fucking runt, I get buck and

Blast when I buss your ass, sittin' duck

So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed?

Break fool, and I'm a kick some Kool in your ass

Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming

Now whip out your brains with Intoxicated Demons

Yo **** try to pull my card and disrespect

Get blown the fuck up, 'cause I ain't playing with a full deck

I ain't the one, kid, you wanna fuck around

I got 50 **** in here now, holding me down

Never be running outta ammo, got more so

I may just empty the clip into your torso

Step back, watch the body drop, ain't it funny?

Now you said all that to say what, money?

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

("Body body rock, body body rock")

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

("Body body rock, body body rock")

So fucking laidback and I thought you knew

Shit get cold when the Kool come through

Hey, but only with my style, 'cause only Fash can do it

Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it

Blow me, or shut the fuck up, you can't hang

See the slang, drips from my lips with the bang

Boom, got a box of lead for a ****

'Cause before you lick off – {*bang bang*} I pull the trigga

Yo I came to get mines, straight up, fuck the game

I'm all about mad loot, guns, and fat chains

Act like you know, don't front, or feel the fury

I'll catch a homicide charge and see the jury

Quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you

Bury that ass where God can't even find you

Fucking with the Junkyard ****'s like a bad move

I keep my finger on the trigga, I can't lose

You know that I know who's a friend, who's a foe

Best believe I know who's my girl, who's a ho

It's the klepto, dropping verses while you dance

Blaow! Blast you, call the ambulance

"Owww" – bitches all say while I'm steppin

What happened? You forgot to load your little weapon

Oh no, now you lay on the floor

While I puff endo and order beer to go

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

("Body body rock, body body rock")

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot

My favorite jam of all time is "The Body Rock"

("Body body rock, body body rock")

"What's up?" "What's up?"

"Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn"

"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"

"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"

"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"

"The Beatnuts" ("Get 'em up!") "Intoxicated Demons"

Written by: Bertony Smalls, Jerry Tineo, Lester Fernandez

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