Chicken head de Project Pat Featuring Lachat

Bwok bwok, chicken, chicken
bwok bwok chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok chicken heads
(4x)
(project pat)
bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in back
gelled up, weaved up, yo hair is messed up
need to get 'bout a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautian
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth, at the clun tyrna shake that thang
tyrna get a peice, chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
shoulda payed ya light bill, you bought a outfit
stayed at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
it's project pat memphis tenn represnt the south
so pass the dro-dro and we gone stay trickin
full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken
Chourse
(lachat)
yeah you like my outfit dont even fake tha deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
(project pat)
always in my face talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da cadillac
(lachat)
ya ridin clean but ya gas tank is on e
be steppin out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
(project pat)
that's just the meter broke,youn't kno'cha talkin bout
anyway them new jordans finna come out
(lachat)
hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mug
knowin that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub
(project pat)
but he was with me, that's when you hated
cuz when i got up on ya friend, ya damn-near fainted
(lachat)
i sho did in our face drinkin on that "yak"
mouth full of gold but yo ass need some tic-tacs
(project pat)
what? you need some gum, breathe like some thunder
what ya lookin at? i dont want yo phone number (boy please whateva)
(dj paul)
now these chickenhead hoes see this platiunm thick as white gold
see the 20 inch pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes ridin caddy truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want straight out tha club
the rest ain't smellin right the last thang on my mind is freshin up
it's goin down tonight weave in they head
weed in they purse, still crunked
baby seats all across the back wit clothes in tha trunk

(juicy j)
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platuim watch wit the daimond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm the fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got you chicken heads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gonna cost a fee
get yo ass and work tha streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
pay yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from all you chicks
Chourse