Fried Chicken lyrics

Artist  : Nas 
Song : Fried Chicken



 Send "Fried Chicken" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Uh, Lord, Lord Jah

What I'm gonna do?

Uh, Lord, Lord Jah

Shit is all true



Mmm, 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



Drivin' in your bucket seats all the way from
Kentucky to fuck with me

Look what you've done to me, was number one to
me

After you shower, you and your gold medal
flour

Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an
hour



You in your hot tub, I'm lookin' at you
salivatin'

Dry you off, I got your paper towel waitin'

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



Misses Fried Chicken

You gon' be a nigga's death

Created by southern black women

To serve massa, guest



You gon' be a nigga's death

Misses Fried Chicken

You was my addiction

Drippin' wet hot, coalesced



Like Greeks with their Souvla

Or Italians with their tomato pasta

Or Roti is to a Rasta, trappin' me

You and your friend mac and cheese



[Incomprehensible] collard greens

But you knockin' me to my knees

It's killin' me when I miss, ah

Nothin' I need more than a fish fry



Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like
you're walkin' out a tannin' saloon

When I pull you out the oven from bakin' I got
you on my mind

Rubbin' that sun tan lotion all up over your
body

So amazin', how you sparkle when I glaze, you
swine



Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine the way
you submittin'

And how you gave me power, to massagin' me to
shower

You with lemon water, marinate you and season

And dippin' you in chowder



Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you
gently lay in the pan

While you enjoyin' you butter milk treatment

I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin' on
your skin

Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my
finger frequent



In any event I'm reflectin' on all the signs that
I got

Sayin' that I shouldn't fuck with you

But the way you taste made it hard to resist

When I put my mouth on you but that's another
issue



Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid eyes on
you

Or was it infection manifestin'?

Confused over the feelin' impatiently eatin'
you

[Incomprehensible] worm chewin' on the wall of my
intestine



I'ma eat you til there's nothin' left, until my
very last breath

You gon' be a nigga death, despite I prepare it
the best

And specialize in cookin' swine as a chef

You gon' be a nigga death



Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, cats
and dogs combined

Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death, ain't that some
shit?

I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eatin' kills
me

And I choose to do that, why? 'Cause that's just
what niggas do