Chicken Grease

Let me tell yoU' bout the chicken grease

Stuffs and things to make the people get out ya Seat

Everybody it's cool if you wanna clap your hands and stomp YOUR feet

Come on down to the front where you can feel the beat

From the left to right, the back the middle and the front

Don't be uptight, shake it off do what u want

Pump it in the club get a little bit a rub-a-dub

I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I just wanna show you some love

Chicken grease

Chicken grease

To get to the other side

Y'all cross the road

But not the kid see I'm like that old bucket of crisco

That's sitting on top of the stove

Simmer to a sizzle like the days of old

But I'll wait til I've mastered this, let the others go first

So the brothers wont miss

Fried til it's burned and crisp

Say we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like this

Now you know how its going down, start at your neck,

Then through your back then it works its way down to your feet

So unique, come on everybody let's dance to the beat

I just wanna put you down (yeah)

I just want you all to get down (yeah)

Everybody come on and get down to the chicken grease

If you wanna come on down to the front

Baby yo it's cool everybody faking the funk

I'ma put you in school, take a lesson from adolescence to man

I got the music and the instruments use em as my weapons at hand

Everybody on the floor if you listening to me

Clap your hands stomp your feet

I just wanna put u down (yeah)

I just want ya all to get down (yeah)

Everybody come get down to the chicken grease (yeah)

Chicken grease

Chicken grease