Muthafuckin East Bay Gangster
 Back in your muthafuckin face
 Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe
 Muthafuckin black on black caddy
 Triple gold D's and shit
 Spice muthafuckin one knowmsayin
 Straight mobbin

 Four chickens in a coop
 Make a nigga wanna shoop
 Colonel Sanders ain't poppin  droppin
 Big fat Baby Huey  ki's they can purchase
 Got the whole hood ballin  nigga  fuck churches
 Fools in the city turn the fuck up dead
 Cos I'm servin more chickens than Foghorn Leg
 Feds wanna know where a nigga reside
 Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't Kentucky Fried
 See, I boil it to a certain degree
 Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese
 But it ain't McDonald's or Burger King
 Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings
 Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo
 Them feds don't play, hoe
 Say no if they ask you if you seen
 A young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto
 Smokin indo talkin to my hitman
 Put your ass six feet under like quicksand
 Get some slugs and a golden shower
 Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and power
 Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
 Fuckin round with the funky chicken

 Straight believin in flake from s-p-i
 Never gettin high off your own supply

 The world was a big fat vagina
 Waitin for a nigga like me to get behind her
 See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well
 Servin my muthafuckin ki's outta cheap motels
 Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes
 Collect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
 See, let a real nigga tell it
 I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
 Keep the hustle goin strong each day
 My little homie Larry swallowed five dubs and passed away
 Chickens in my drawers collectin them funds
 Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
 Infrared cos niggas try to jack
 See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch
 There ain't no match for this killin-ass baller
 Call a shot like AT&T and touch all of y'all
 I'm countin chickens in my sleep
 I used to count sheep
 But the chickens give me heap, so catch the tweak
 The fuck off, I love it when my stack thicken
 Yeah, fuckin round with the funky chicken

 Straight believin in flake from s-p-i
 Never gettin high off your own supply

 Clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
 Mix a little crack with some dirt weed
 But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple gold
 With just today twenty chicken sold
 And niggas love me cos I'm straight 205
 And when I stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life
 You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you
 You wanna murder who? slugs full of dirt for you
 The underground villain, chicken seller
 Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
 Stayin under from these crooked-ass federalies
 And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley
 Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the scenery
 Showin you niggas what my scrilla really mean to me
 Cos I'm addicted to the lley slingin chickens
 Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every four hours
 Watch my ass and I'm on another mail mission
 Finna serve some more of that funky chicken

 Yeah you know what i'm sayin
 Straight mobbin and shit
 About 30 ki's in the muthafuckin trunk
 Niggas know what time it is
 Knowmsayin
 Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin shit
 Niggas will try to get you for your caine, nigga
 You know the rules, nigga
 Yeah, never understimate the other muthafucka's greed
 Straight game
 Yeah
 And when you're rollin in your muthafuckin drop
 Or whatever you're ridin in
 Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud
 Cos muthafuckas'll ride up on you and straight
 Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit
 They don't give a fuck if you're strapped or not, nigga
 This lley game ain't no muthafuckin joke
 Yeah
 Just get in funk behind them chickens
 Straight uncut peruvian flavor
 Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like Shake 'N Bake
 Call me chef ???
 187000 g's