All The Chickens Lyrics


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Cameron Giles, E Hinson
album: Track 14 in album S.D.E.
release date: 2000-9-19
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
length: 4:02

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[chickens clucking in background]
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck [repeats throughout song]
When i come through
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck
When i drive through
All the chickens go cluck, when i
All the chickens go cluck, when i
All the chickens go cluck, when i, yo, yo

I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin
They way i floss, why'all chcickens, should be cluckin
One bird chirp, got blunt wit me
She work up at starbuck, front on me
I said chill baby girl, you a real dirty chick
****ed up bad, real, real, thirsty chick
You just chop, called you karate chick
**** with me, i make you somebody *****
Like your sister, she was just a crack chick
Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat *****?
Like cam is a son of a *****
That'll tell a girl, ma, wash under your ****
But i, got a girl, we all call her "licka"
'cause she drink liquor, let another girl lick her
If you licky, licky, we all could play
But i don't eat nothing that can walk away, killa

[chickens clucking]
When i come through...
When i drive through...
Uh, one mo', when my jewelry shine...
All the chickens go, all the chickens go, all the chickens go...

Now if you been to the hood, you dealt wit a chicken before
And you know that they different than whores
Same rules, never put your **** in 'em raw
But a chicken you could have out, pitchin 'em raw
'cause she listen, been through it, did it before
But you gotta watch 'em close 'cause they blab they mouth
Never punch 'em in they face just slap they mouth
Then **** her til she cluck her whole basket out
Send her home wit her *** ripped out, and her back hurtin'
She want to act like she don't know why her back hurtin'
Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin'
Hope you got a metro card or a token
They all love sayin if you lickin you stickin
But just 'cause i eat chicken don't mean i eat chickens
And they love when i don't stop, keep diggin
Make 'em want to cluck more, make 'em want to **** more

[chickens still clucking]
Uh, uh, killa, uh, uh, what, uh
When i come through...
Oh, uh, what, uh, when i drive through...
Uh, uh, uh, when my jewels shine...
All the chickens, all the chickens, all the chickens

Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken
Took l advice, slap me a chicken
But my girl don't need no type of brains
Just get down, gimme some type of brains
And i'm never gonna have no damn wife to claim
But if your head right i might ice your chain

It's a shame how why'all chicks admire the jewels
*****s wearin white gold why'all inspired them fools
But i'ma tell you chicks once
Only thing you gon' get from juelz is **** and some big blunts
And if you don't smoke guess it's just ****
But don't worry baby it's about this thick

[chickens continue]
Uh, when i come through...
Yo, it's like you know, if my watch is $50,000...
My chain is $45,000...
My pinky ring is $25,000...
The year of my car, match the year that it is
What you expect a chicken to ****in do?
why'all doin the right thing ma keep cluckin
'cause i'ma keep shinin, keep cluckin
Uh, when i come through...
When i drive through...

[cluck to the end]

Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Fuck You
  • 2 That's Me
  • 3 Whatever
  • 4 Do It Again
  • 5 Come Kill Me
  • 6 What I Gotta Live For
  • 7 Violence
  • 8 Cam Skit
  • 9 Freak
  • 10 Double Up
  • 11 Losin' Weight
  • 12 Sports, Drugs & Entertainment
  • 13 What Means the World to You
  • 14 All The Chickens
  • 15 Fuck You At
  • 16 Why No
  • 17 Where I'm From
  • 18 Let Me Know
  • 19 My Hood