Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fried Chicken , by - Nas. Song from the album Nas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
Fried Chicken |
| Hmm… Fried chicken, fly vixen |
| Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen |
| You a bird but you ain’t a ki' |
| Got wings but you can’t fly away from me Driving in your bucket seats |
| All the way from Kentucky to fuck with me Look what you done to me, was number one to me After you shower, you and your gold metal flour |
| Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour |
| You in your hot tub I’m looking at you salivating |
| Dry you off I got your paper towel waiting |
| Lay you down cause you’re red hot |
| Louisiana style you make my head rot |
| Then I flock to the bed then plop |
| When we done I need rest |
| Don’t know what part of you I love best |
| Your legs or your breast |
| Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death |
| Created by southern black women to serve massa’guest |
| You gonna be a nigga death |
| Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction |
| Dripping with hot cholest- |
| Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta |
| What roti is to a rasta |
| Trapping me; |
| You and your friend mac’and cheese |
| Candy yams collard greens but you knocking me to my knees |
| It’s killing me when I’m inside |
| Nothing I need more than a fish fry |
| Shit it taste good I can’t lie |
| It’s like you’re walking out the tanning saloon |
| When I pull you out the oven from baking I got you on my mind |
| Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body |
| So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine |
| Hey my pretty hand hot |
| It’s so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power |
| To massaging me to shower you with lemon water |
| Marinate you with seasoning and dipping you in chowder |
| Baby it’s like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan |
| While enjoying your butter milk treatment |
| I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin |
| Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent |
| In any event, I’m reflecting on all the signs |
| That I got saying that I shouldn’t fuck with you |
| But the way you that you would taste made you hard to resist |
| When I put my mouth on you but that’s another issue |
| But it flies up in my stomach, when I laid eyes on you |
| Or was it infection manifesting |
| Confused over the feeling, impatiently eating you |
| Trichina worm chewing on the wall of my intestine |
| I’m a eat you until there’s nothing left |
| Until my very last breath, you gonna be a nigga death |
| Despite I prepare it the best specialize in cooking swine as a chef |
| You gonna be a nigga death |
| Who cares if the swine is mixed with rat, cat and dog combined |
| Yes, I’m a eat the shit to death |
| Ain’t that some shit |
| I’m a eat some shit until what I’m eating kills me And I choose to do that, why? |
| 'Cause that’s just what niggaz do |