Intro:
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Itsty-Bitsy!
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head
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Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly!
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Verse 1:
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One for the money, two for the show
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Three I want a real big booty to go
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Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks
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And everybody down at the Motel Six
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I had seven girls and they all was tough
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Then I got one more, and now eight is enough
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You know at nine we hit the club and we'll have some fun
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And get ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Now the weekend's here, and it's time to have fun
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me
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Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me
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I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room
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I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room
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I got some tables to serve, uh
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I got ears, you and your friends kick them turn nerds to the curve
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And it ain't no thang, yo
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Cause these wangs the funk, I'm gettin drunk off the pain, so
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Brothers stop sweatin
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I know you want some, but none is what you're gettin
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So, stop standin on the wall, y'all
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I got some greasy old fingers and a belly full of alcohol
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But I'ma hit the floor and have fun
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With ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Chorus:
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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It ain't nothin but a party, let's have some fun
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
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Come over to the table if you want some
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Verse 2:
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Give me some of them chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip
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A glass of dom, and some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well come on now
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Give me some chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip
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A glass of dom, with some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well alright
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My man was chillin with a girl he met last week
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But let him dance in the corner, he damn near sleep, peep
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Jay's little hoe was from Texas
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She was sweatin his gold, layin him back like he just got a Lexus
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My boy, be in black spinnin ends
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In the ends, in the corner with a set of fly ass twins
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And me I'm sittin fat
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Cause I'm the rottweiler and I'm lookin for a kitty cat
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And some high heel pumps and a Doolian-Burke
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Or a fly hairdoo and a teenie skirt
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Fellas lookin angrily
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But don't get mad at me, cause I'm in V.I.P., uh
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My boy, be on a cellular phone
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Hey, yo, wait to hang up cause these wangs are almost gone
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So, keep 'em comin, keep 'em comin hard
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Them buffalo wangs and a bottle of dom
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away
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Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys sway
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Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away
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Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys sway
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Check it out now
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10 Chicken Wands and A Bottle of Dom
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69 Boyz |