| Let me tell ya 'bout the chicken grease
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| Stuffs and things to make the people get out ya seat
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| Everybody it’s cool if you wanna clap your hands and stomp ya feet
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| Come on down to the front where you can feel the beat
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| From the left to the right, the back the middle and the front
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| Don’t be uptight shake it off do what you want
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| Pump it in the club get a little bit a rub-a-dub
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| I know you love me 'cos I’m funky
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| 'Cos I just wanna show you some love
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| Chicken grease
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| Chicken grease
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| To get to the otha side, y’all cross the road
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| But not the kid, see I’m like that old bucket of Crisco
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| That’s sitting on top of the stove
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| Simmer to a sizzle like the days of old
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| But I’ll wait till I’ve mastered this, let the others go first
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| So the brothers won’t miss, fried till it’s burned and crisp
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| Say we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like this
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| Now you know how it’s goin' down
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| Start at your neck then through your back
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| Then it works its way down to your feet
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| So unique come on everybody let’s dance to the beat
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| I just wanna put you down
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| I just want y’all to get down
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| Everybody come on
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| And get down to the chicken grease
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| If you wanna come on down to the front, baby yo, it’s cool
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| Everybody fakin' the funk, I’ma put you in skool
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| Take a lesson from adolescent to man
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| I got the music and the instruments use 'em as my weapons at hand
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| Everybody on the floor if you listening to me
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| Clap your hands stomp your feet
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| I just wanna put you down
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| I just want y’all to get down
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| Everybody come on
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| And get down to the chicken grease
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| Chicken grease
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| Chicken grease
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| Chicken grease |