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Текст песни Organized Konfusion - Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken?

Organized Konfusion - Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken? слова песни

"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-AIDSCorn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDSPull up a chair, read a book like Dr. SeussPeel off the skin, eat all the meatNibble on the bone, and then suck the gooMan if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda soldIt even taste better THE NEXT DAY COLDChick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chickenWhen I collect my thoughts I recollectI 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 backBlastin wax, side or tops, Prince don`t play thatUh-oh, it`s six o`clock, I`m late for dinnerIf my girl wasn`t his girl, I was definitely in herGot 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 bossAll I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauceand my, cornbread, now I`m, ready to dig inPick 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) threeI`m fresh out of the batch, and you can`t catch meMrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in blackShe`s rather fat, and she, carries a batShe`s the nosiest lady on the block when it`s hotCops get shot when we played SWATbut no one never died though, we just criedOnly to laugh again when my moms made fried..[Prince Poetry]chicken barbecues in the summer was the moveWhoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groovewas the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the parkpast the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and MarkWent to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collardgreens but there`s no money left in my walletBut 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. Joealthough he had bald spots in his afroPlay with the kids your own age, that`s what they used to tell usI got jealous, when we couldn`t run with the big fellasBullies on the block used to beat usI was quick as a cat, in fact, I was a cheetahEs-pecially when we played, follow the leaderLittle Suzy May Robinson used to playshow and tell with my peter..[Prince Poetry]I used to rock my British Walkers to churchAfter the choir sang the preacher started to preachso I had to searchfor a pen and some paper to keep myself occupiedBut the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my sideand said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now wouldyou speed up the sermon so I can determinewhether I`ma have peas or collars greenswith my chicken that I`m yearnin"Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,"Please keep the chicken monster from coming throughthe crack of the door!" Later at the tablemoms poppped my hand until it was soreCause I ate the chicken, beforethe preacher said grace, but I`m ready to go for selfBut 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-chickenChick-chick-chick-chickenChick-chick-chick-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!But I`ll tell you, what my mother would say.."Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" "I didn`t take your chicken Pop"[Prince Poetry]Just wait til I get home, cause ain`t no chicken left(hey that`s cool)Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken(that`s cool!)

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