Chicken Grease

Let me tell ya 'bout the chicken grease
Stuffs and things to make the people get out ya seat
Everybody it's cool if you wanna clap your hands and stomp ya feet

From the left to the right, the back the middle and the front
Don't be uptight shake it off do what you want
Pump it in the club get a little bit a rub-a-dub
I know you love me 'cos I'm funky
'Cos I just just want to show you some love

Well you my brothas on the avenue
Chicken grease
My sisters in the streets
Chicken grease

To get to the otha side, y'all cross the road
But not the kid, see I'm like that old bucket of Crisco
That's sitting on top of the stove
Simmer simmer to a sizzle like the days of old

But I'll wait till I've mastered this, let the others go first
So the brothers won't miss, fried till it's burned and crisp
See we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like this

Now you know how it's goin down
Start at your neck then through your back
Then work its way down to your feet

I just wanna put you down (yeah)
I just want y'all to get down (yeah)
To the chicken grease

Everybody that fakin' the funk, I'ma put you in school
But take a lesson from adolescent to man
I got the music and the instruments use 'em as my weapons at hand
Everybody on the floor has got to listen to beat
Clap your hands, stomp your feet

I just wanna put you down (yeah)
I just want y'all to get down (yeah)
To the chicken grease

Everybody is stoppin me, yeah, about the
Chicken grease

I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I

Oh, chicken grease
Oh, chicken grease
Oh, chicken grease
Oh, chicken grease

I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I
I know you love me cause I'm funky cause I