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You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Chickenhead - EP\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, 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There","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Chickenhead","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, pass me a beer, man\nHere you go\nMan, that nigga been standing there\nOn the same goddamn spot slangin' that shit\nFor about the last 4-5 days, man\n\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so\nI wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\nHe had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\n\nI heard he shot somebody, man\nFor real?\nThat's the reason why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\nI think that's the nigga he supposed\nTo be frontin' his money to\n\nThat's why, that's why the police\nBeen drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\nYeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\nYeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n(Watchin' for the pigs)\n(Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n\nWe need to, man\n(Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\nGet some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n(Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n(Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\nTurn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n\nMake this neighborhood\nProbably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\nA little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\nAt least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\nOr something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\nPlayer, can you dig?\n\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\nFourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n\nSee, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\nEnemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\nMomma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n\nI got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\nThat a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\nPut that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n\nSee, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\nWhy you in my grill\nAnd you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\nProject ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nWhere I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n\nAll I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back\nPut dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise\nWent and bought a deal\nNigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\nHaters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\nYour cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n\nThe chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n\nMy trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollowpoint hit him\nPull out my gun your hands you get them\nUp in the airra because you came to me in error\n\nDon't want to scare ya'\nSay you a man, then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\nYou pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] Hey, pass me a beer, man\n[00:03.97] Here you go\n[00:05.88] Man, that nigga been standing there\n[00:07.50] On the same goddamn spot slangin' that shit\n[00:09.94] For about the last 4-5 days, man\n[00:12.10] With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n[00:14.67] I don't even think so\n[00:15.46] I wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\n[00:17.67] He had to be smoking or snortin' something\n[00:20.17] To be up for them 4-5 days\n[00:21.73] I heard he shot somebody, man\n[00:23.70] For real?\n[00:25.13] That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n[00:27.30] Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\n[00:29.82] I think that's the nigga he supposed\n[00:31.13] To be frontin' his money to\n[00:32.24] That's why, that's why the police\n[00:33.64] Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\n[00:35.32] Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\n[00:37.06] Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n[00:39.78] 528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n[00:41.26] (Watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:41.49] (Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n[00:42.37] We need to, man\n[00:42.75] (Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\n[00:44.88] Get some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n[00:46.74] (Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n[00:47.72] (Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\n[00:49.02] Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n[00:50.38] Make this neighborhood\n[00:51.17] Probably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\n[00:52.84] A little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\n[00:53.46] At least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\n[00:56.05] Or something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\n[00:56.74] Player, can you dig?\n[00:58.00] Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n[01:01.46] If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\n[01:04.41] Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n[01:07.38] Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n[01:10.34] See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\n[01:13.48] Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\n[01:16.41] Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n[01:19.44] Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n[01:22.42] I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n[01:25.41] That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n[01:28.26] Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n[01:31.26] Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n[01:34.25] See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n[01:37.31] Why you in my grill\n[01:38.57] And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n[01:40.22] Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n[01:43.39] Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n[01:46.43] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[01:49.32] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[01:52.37] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[01:55.39] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[01:58.30] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[02:01.31] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[02:04.32] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[02:07.32] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[02:09.90] Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n[02:12.99] On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n[02:15.96] Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n[02:19.06] Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n[02:22.04] It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n[02:24.91] But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n[02:27.77] Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n[02:30.91] Slanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n[02:34.02] All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n[02:36.94] Get her drunk, take her to the back\n[02:38.84] Put dick in her mouth\n[02:39.91] Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n[02:42.95] Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n[02:45.78] You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n[02:48.93] I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n[02:51.96] Get the cheese, off the merchandise\n[02:53.85] Went and bought a deal\n[02:54.99] Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n[02:58.32] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[03:01.36] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[03:04.47] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[03:07.35] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[03:10.36] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[03:13.30] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[03:16.47] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[03:19.33] Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n[03:22.30] Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n[03:25.57] A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n[03:28.55] Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n[03:31.52] Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n[03:34.50] The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n[03:37.55] The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n[03:40.51] You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n[03:43.57] Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n[03:46.51] My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n[03:50.16] Hollowpoint hit him\n[03:50.78] Pull out my gun your hands you get them\n[03:52.59] Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n[03:55.57] Don't want to scare ya'\n[03:56.60] Say you a man, then face the terror\n[03:58.53] I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n[04:01.51] Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\n[04:04.51] It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n[04:07.58] You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n[04:10.30] Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n[04:13.35] Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n[04:16.35] Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n[04:18.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Out There\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Chickenhead\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 217550\n- text: The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n  start_ms: 217550\n  end_ms: 220510\n- text: You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n  start_ms: 220510\n  end_ms: 223570\n- text: Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n  start_ms: 223570\n  end_ms: 226510\n- text: My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n  start_ms: 226510\n  end_ms: 230160\n- text: Hollowpoint hit him\n  start_ms: 230160\n  end_ms: 230780\n- text: Pull out my gun your hands you get them\n  start_ms: 230780\n  end_ms: 232590\n- text: Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n  start_ms: 232590\n  end_ms: 235570\n- text: Don't want to scare ya'\n  start_ms: 235570\n  end_ms: 236600\n- text: Say you a man, then face the terror\n  start_ms: 236600\n  end_ms: 238530\n- text: I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n  start_ms: 238530\n  end_ms: 241510\n- text: Let's bust it up, 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Player, can you dig?\n\n  Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n  If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\n  Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n  Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n\n  See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\n  Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\n  Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n  Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n\n  I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n  That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n  Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n  Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n\n  See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n  Why you in my grill\n  And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n  Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n  Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of 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ain't for me\n  I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n  Get the cheese, off the merchandise\n  Went and bought a deal\n  Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n  Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n  A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n  Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n  Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n\n  The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n  The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n  You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n  Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n\n  My trunk is the bed for a kidnap 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eat your CORNBREAD!\n'cause it look like to me that cha did already\nWit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti\nAlready got me hypnotized under a spell\nWalkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale\nCan't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump\nGirlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk\nI beez on these big booty galz that our stouter\nThen the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her\nDamn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter\nI ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta\nSippin on dis lean got my dick on some ?\nYou can get sprung off dis like some powder\nOops wrong hole what she said in the shower\nAlready hit the booty hole for an hour\nCHORUS X 2\nRing around the rosie, pocket fulla posie\nMind full of numbers make these bitches wonder\nLet's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up\nGripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt\nShe can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round\nShe could pack it up make a killin in another town\nShake junt staring, I 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start_ms: 241510\n  end_ms: 244510\n- text: It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n  start_ms: 244510\n  end_ms: 247580\n- text: You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n  start_ms: 247580\n  end_ms: 250300\n- text: Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  start_ms: 250300\n  end_ms: 253350\n- text: Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  start_ms: 253350\n  end_ms: 256350\n- text: Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  start_ms: 256350\n  end_ms: 258650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 258650\nplain: |-\n  Hey, pass me a beer, man\n  Here you go\n  Man, that nigga been standing there\n  On the same goddamn spot slangin' that shit\n  For about the last 4-5 days, man\n\n  With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n  I don't even think so\n  I wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit\n  He had to be smoking or snortin' something\n  To be up for them 4-5 days\n\n  I heard he shot somebody, man\n  For real?\n  That's the reason why he probably can't go home\n  Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man\n  I think that's the nigga he supposed\n  To be frontin' his money to\n\n  That's why, that's why the police\n  Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)\n  Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)\n  Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)\n  528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)\n  (Watchin' for the pigs)\n  (Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in\n\n  We need to, man\n  (Stackin' me some grip) to make that little change, man\n  Get some mo' beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)\n  (Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that\n  (Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone\n  Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)\n\n  Make this neighborhood\n  Probably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)\n  A little bit more (watchin' for the pigs)\n  At least for us (splittin' hater's wigs)\n  Or something, dang (stackin' me some grip)\n  Player, can you dig?\n\n  Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n  If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane\n  Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n  Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n\n  See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane\n  Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane\n  Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n  Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n\n  I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n  That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n  Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n  Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n\n  See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n  Why you in my grill\n  And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n  Project ain't a duck, mane, see, I know what's up, mane\n  Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n  Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n  On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind\n  Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n  Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n\n  It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n  But the street is the only thing I see paying me\n  Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n  Slanging guns, slanging TV's, mane I'm tryna' make\n\n  All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house\n  Get her drunk, take her to the back\n  Put dick in her mouth\n  Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n  Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n\n  You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n  I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n  Get the cheese, off the merchandise\n  Went and bought a deal\n  Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?\n\n  Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta\n  A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n  Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla\n  Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n\n  The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker\n  The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor\n  You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n  Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n\n  My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim\n  Hollowpoint hit him\n  Pull out my gun your hands you get them\n  Up in the airra because you came to me in error\n\n  Don't want to scare ya'\n  Say you a man, then face the terror\n  I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon\n\n  Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin'\n  It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'\n  You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'\n\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n"},{"id":31616929,"name":"Ooh Nuthin' (Instrumental)","trackName":"Ooh Nuthin' (Instrumental)","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Chickenhead","duration":265.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ooh Nuthin' (Instrumental)\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Chickenhead\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":24065404,"name":"Out There (A Cappella)","trackName":"Out There (A Cappella)","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Chickenhead","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, pass me a beer, man\nHere you go\nMan, that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\nSlangin' that shit, for about the last 4-5 days, man\nWith the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\nI don't even think so, I wonder, is he smoking or selling?\nThat shit, he had to be smoking or snortin' something\nTo be up for them 4-5 days\nNaw, I heard he shot somebody, man\nFor real?\nThat's why he probably can't go home\nYeah, you know lil' watch car been missing too, man\nI think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\nThat's why the police been drivin' around so hard\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip (yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah)\n(Yeah, yeah) rocks in my sock\nPocket full of chips (we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass)\nWatchin' for the pigs\nSplittin' hater's wigs (and turn him on in, we need to, man)\n(Make that little change man) stackin' me some grip\nPlayer can you dig? (get some mo' beers or something)\nBlunt to my lips (we gone do that)\nGun on my hip (need to hurry up and gone)\nRocks in my sock (turn that nigga ass in, man)\n(Make this neighborhood a little bit safer man) pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs (a little bit more)\nSplittin' hater's wigs (at least for us, or something)\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nProject Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\nIf yo' ass step, I'ma be down town, mane\nFourth floor bound, mane, that's if I get caught, mane\nPushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\nSee, I gotta die, mane, don't you even try, mane\nEnemies gonna bleed, once I let these bullets fly, mane\nMomma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\nNiggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\nI got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\nThat, a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\nPut that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\nSlang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\nSee, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\nWhy you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\nProject ain't a duck, mane, see I know what's up, mane\nGet up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nWhere I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\nOn a dog's ass, if his ass don't get on a grind\nDoing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\nUsed to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\nIt was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\nBut the street, is the only thing I see paying me\nQuarter-key, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\nSlanging guns, slanging T.V.'s, mane I'm tryna' make\nAll I can my nigga, French ho, at a ho's house\nGet her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\nLeave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\nPulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\nYou should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\nI just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\nGet the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\nNigga please, you say you don't steal, I'ma keep it real\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\nStackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\nHaters like to get a playa twisted, in that bullshitter\nA game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\nYo' ass get-a, shot up by the nine mill'-a\nYour cap, I drill-a, when fuckin' with a real nigga\nThe chrome trigga', should regulate a punk quicker\nThe bullet hit ya', I'm zoned, off that brown liquor\nYou need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\nQuit spreading rumors, like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\nMy trunk, is the bed for a kidnap victim\nHollow-point hit him, pull out my gun, your hands you get them\nUp in the air-a, because you came to me in error\nDon't want to scare ya', say you a man? Then face the terror\nI know these bullets will pop ya' shit off, like a melon\nLet's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\nIt's armageddon, in North Memphis, crack, we sellin'\nYou pass me that potent weed, is what they yellin'\nBlunt to my lips, gun on my hip\nRocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\nWatchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Out There (A Cappella)\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Chickenhead\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey, pass me a beer, man\n  Here you go\n  Man, that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot\n  Slangin' that shit, for about the last 4-5 days, man\n  With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet\n  I don't even think so, I wonder, is he smoking or selling?\n  That shit, he had to be smoking or snortin' something\n  To be up for them 4-5 days\n  Naw, I heard he shot somebody, man\n  For real?\n  That's why he probably can't go home\n  Yeah, you know lil' watch car been missing too, man\n  I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to\n  That's why the police been drivin' around so hard\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah)\n  (Yeah, yeah) rocks in my sock\n  Pocket full of chips (we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass)\n  Watchin' for the pigs\n  Splittin' hater's wigs (and turn him on in, we need to, man)\n  (Make that little change man) stackin' me some grip\n  Player can you dig? (get some mo' beers or something)\n  Blunt to my lips (we gone do that)\n  Gun on my hip (need to hurry up and gone)\n  Rocks in my sock (turn that nigga ass in, man)\n  (Make this neighborhood a little bit safer man) pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs (a little bit more)\n  Splittin' hater's wigs (at least for us, or something)\n  Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n  Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane\n  If yo' ass step, I'ma be down town, mane\n  Fourth floor bound, mane, that's if I get caught, mane\n  Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane\n  See, I gotta die, mane, don't you even try, mane\n  Enemies gonna bleed, once I let these bullets fly, mane\n  Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane\n  Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane\n  I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane\n  That, a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane\n  Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane\n  Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane\n  See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane\n  Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool, mane\n  Project ain't a duck, mane, see I know what's up, mane\n  Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n  Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine\n  On a dog's ass, if his ass don't get on a grind\n  Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head\n  Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed\n  It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street\n  But the street, is the only thing I see paying me\n  Quarter-key, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake\n  Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s, mane I'm tryna' make\n  All I can my nigga, French ho, at a ho's house\n  Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth\n  Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio\n  Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho\n  You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me\n  I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet\n  Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal\n  Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'ma keep it real\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n  Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?\n  Haters like to get a playa twisted, in that bullshitter\n  A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter\n  Yo' ass get-a, shot up by the nine mill'-a\n  Your cap, I drill-a, when fuckin' with a real nigga\n  The chrome trigga', should regulate a punk quicker\n  The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned, off that brown liquor\n  You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz\n  Quit spreading rumors, like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch\n  My trunk, is the bed for a kidnap victim\n  Hollow-point hit him, pull out my gun, your hands you get them\n  Up in the air-a, because you came to me in error\n  Don't want to scare ya', say you a man? Then face the terror\n  I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off, like a melon\n  Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'\n  It's armageddon, in North Memphis, crack, we sellin'\n  You pass me that potent weed, is what they yellin'\n  Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip\n  Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips\n  Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs\n"},{"id":2358711,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Blazin' Hip Hop & R&B","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Blazin' Hip Hop & R&B\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":6663914,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Mista Don’t Play: Everythangs Workin","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: 'Mista Don’t Play: Everythangs Workin'\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":29803240,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Mista Don't Play： Everythangs Workin","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Mista Don't Play： Everythangs Workin\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":29998831,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Mista Don't Play: Throwback","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: 'Mista Don''t Play: Throwback'\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, 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givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: chickenhead\n  artist: project pat\n  album: mista don't play\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":22851110,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Mista Don't Play: Throwback","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: 'Mista Don''t Play: Throwback'\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":33613859,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Rhythm Radio March 2001","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Rhythm Radio March 2001\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":25457475,"name":"Chickenhead","trackName":"Chickenhead","artistName":"Project Pat","albumName":"Promo Only Urban Radio Febuary","duration":277.791417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nBald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\nAin't got no hair in back\nGelled up weaved up\nYo hair is messed up\nNeed to get bout' a hustle mission\nGet up on loot run to beautician\nRun game until the game is gravy\nThat don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\nAin't a thang eat a chicken wing\nGot some gold teeth\nAt da club tryin ta shake that thang\nTryna get piece\nChicken chicken always into some dumb shit\nShoulda paid ya light bill\nYou bought a outfit\nStay at ya mammy house\nAnd keep a smart mouth\nIts Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\nSo pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\nFull of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nYeah you like my outfit\nDon't even fake the deal\nI thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\nAlways in my face\nTalkin this and that\nGirl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\nYou ride clean\nBut your gas tank is on E\nBe stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\nThat's just the meter broke\nYoun't know wat'cha talkin' bout\nAnyway, them new Jordans finna come out\nHate to see you in a club\nYa mobbin' wit a mug\nKnowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\nBut he was with me\nThat's when you hated\nCause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\nI sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\nMouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\nWhat? You need some gum\nBreath like some thunder\nWhat you lookin' at\nI don't want yo phone number\n(Boy please whateva)\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\nNow these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\nSee the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\nMane thank they vogues\nDodgin all my foes\nRidin Cady truck with dvd\nA flock of broads follow me\nFrom the club to break they knees\nKnowin that's all I want\nStraight out tha club\nTha rest ain't smellin right\nThe last thing on they mind is freshin up\nIt's goin down tonight\nWeave in they head\nWeed in they purse\nStill crunk\nBaby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\nI been known to hold my own\nI been known to ride on chrome\nI been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\nI'm the fool supplyin tha dro\nI'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\nI'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\nTellin me that you diggin me\nTellin me I'm yo man to be\nGirlfriend its gona cost a fee\nGet yo rags and work that streets\nPay ya boy and make me rich\nSo we keep them swisher's lit\nPay yo fees we count them g's\nCashin it from all you chicks\n\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\nBawk bawk, chicken chicken\nBawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chickenhead\n  artist: Project Pat\n  album: Promo Only Urban Radio Febuary\n  duration_ms: 277791\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Bald head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed up\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautician\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese for the baby\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head\n  Ain't a thang eat a chicken wing\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin ta shake that thang\n  Tryna get piece\n  Chicken chicken always into some dumb shit\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n  Its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents th3 south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin\n  Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin this and that\n  Girl I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac\n  You ride clean\n  But your gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on yo feet\n  That's just the meter broke\n  Youn't know wat'cha talkin' bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n  Hate to see you in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Knowin' that you riding wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted\n  I sure did in your face drankin on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin' at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank they vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n  Ridin Cady truck with dvd\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin that's all I want\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin right\n  The last thing on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin down tonight\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do\n  Tellin me that you diggin me\n  Tellin me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend its gona cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swisher's lit\n  Pay yo fees we count them g's\n  Cashin it from all you chicks\n\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bawk bawk, chicken chicken\n  Bawk bawk, chicken heads\n\n  (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)\n"},{"id":11650703,"name":"Chickenhead (feat. 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end_ms: 207070\n- text: Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  start_ms: 207070\n  end_ms: 208520\n- text: So we keep them swishers lit\n  start_ms: 208520\n  end_ms: 210190\n- text: Pay yo fees we count them G's\n  start_ms: 210190\n  end_ms: 211730\n- text: Cashin' it from all you chicks\n  start_ms: 211730\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 216620\nplain: |-\n  All right, all right\n  All right, all right\n  All right, all right\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bald-head skally-wag\n  Ain't got no hair in back\n  Gelled up weaved up\n  Yo hair is messed\n\n  Need to get bout' a hustle mission\n  Get up on loot run to beautican\n  Run game until the game is gravy\n  That don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby\n\n  (Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg\n  (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk, giving out head\n  Ain't a thang, eat a chicken wang\n  Got some gold teeth\n  At da club tryin' to shake that thang\n  Tryin' to get a piece of\n  Chicken chicken, always into some dumb shit\n\n  Shoulda paid ya light bill\n  You bought a outfit\n  Stay at ya mammy house\n  And keep a smart mouth\n\n  It's Project Pat, Memphis, Tenn represents the south\n  So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay kickin'\n  Full of that mo mo, holla at a chicken\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Yeah you like my outfit\n  Don't even fake the deal\n  I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill\n\n  Always in my face\n  Talkin' this and that\n  Girl, I had to buy some rims for da Cadilac\n\n  You riding clean\n  But ya gas tank is on E\n  Be stepping out, ain't got no decent shoes on ya feet\n\n  That's just the meter broke\n  You don't know what'cha talkin bout\n  Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out\n\n  Hate to see ya in a club\n  Ya mobbin' wit a mug\n  Know that ya ridin' wit ya boy\n  Ya nothing but a scrub\n\n  But he was with me\n  That's when you hated\n  'Cause when I got up on ya friend, ya damn near fainted\n\n  I sho did\n  In our face drankin' on that \"yak\"\n  Mouth fulla golds but yo ass need some Tic Tacs\n\n  What? You need some gum\n  Breath like some thunder\n  What you lookin at\n  I don't want yo phone number\n  (Boy please whateva)\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)\n  Bwok bwok, chicken chicken\n  Bwok bwok, chicken heads\n\n  Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as white gold\n  See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll\n  Mane thank the vogues\n  Dodgin all my foes\n\n  Ridin' Caddy truck wit DVD\n  A flock of broads follow me\n  From the club to break they knees\n  Knowin' that's all I want\n\n  Straight out tha club\n  Tha rest ain't smellin' right\n  The last thang on they mind is freshin up\n  It's goin' down tonight\n\n  Weave in they head\n  Weed in they purse\n  Still crunk\n  Baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk\n\n  I been known to hold my own\n  I been known to ride on chrome\n  I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones\n  I'm the fool supplyin' tha dro\n  I'm tha fool supplyin' tha blow\n  I'm tha playa who got you chicken heads knockin' at my do\n\n  Tellin' me that you diggin' me\n  Tellin' me I'm yo man to be\n  Girlfriend, it's gon cost a fee\n  Get yo rags and work that streets\n  Pay ya boy and make me rich\n  So we keep them swishers lit\n\n  Pay yo fees we count them G's\n  Cashin' it from all you chicks\n"}]