"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
|
I liked..""Chicken!"
|
|
[Richard Pryor]
|
You know that chicken I put in the refridgerator last night?
|
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!
|
|
[Pharoahe Monch]
|
Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
|
Days way back, in the seventies (seventies)
|
The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-AIDS
|
Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDS
|
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
|
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
|
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
|
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
|
It even taste better THE NEXT DAY COLD
|
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
|
When I collect my thoughts I recollect
|
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
|
"Damn it!" everyday,
|
"Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"
|
|
[Prince Poetry]
|
Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
|
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
|
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
|
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
|
Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
|
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
|
..
|
Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss
|
All I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
|
and my, cornbread, now I'm, ready to dig in
|
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin
|
|
[Richard Pryor]
|
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
|
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ...
|
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
|
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"
|
|
[Pharoahe Monch]
|
Round (up) round (up) one (two) three
|
I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me
|
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
|
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
|
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
|
Cops get shot when we played SWAT
|
but no one never died though, we just cried
|
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried..
|
|
[Prince Poetry]
|
chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
|
Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove
|
was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
|
past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark
|
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
|
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
|
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
|
Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose (uhh)
|
..
|
[Pharoahe Monch]
|
I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window)
|
Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow)
|
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
|
although he had bald spots in his afro
|
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
|
I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas
|
Bullies on the block used to beat us
|
I was quick as a cat, in fact, I was a cheetah
|
Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader
|
Little Suzy May Robinson used to play
|
show and tell with my peter
|
..
|
[Prince Poetry]
|
I used to rock my British Walkers to church
|
After the choir sang the preacher started to preach
|
so I had to search
|
for a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
|
But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
|
and said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"
|
I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would
|
you speed up the sermon so I can determine
|
whether I'ma have peas or collars greens
|
with my chicken that I'm yearnin"
|
Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,
|
"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through
|
the crack of the door!" Later at the table
|
moms poppped my hand until it was sore
|
Cause I ate the chicken, before
|
the preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self
|
But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
|
(What happened to that wing man?)
|
(Where that chicken go?)
|
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
|
(Where that chicken go?)
|
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
|
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
|
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
|
|
[Richard Pryor]
|
You know that chicken I put in the refridgerator last night?
|
| Well I expect to find it when |
