Teksty: 69 Boyz. 10 Chicken Wangs And A Bottle Of Dom.

Itsty bitsy
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head
Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly

One for the money, two for the show
Three I want a real big booty to go
Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks
And everybody down at the Motel Six

I had seven girls and they all was tough
Then I got one more and now eight is enough
You know at nine we hit the club and we'll have some fun
And get ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom

Now the weekend's here and it's time to have fun
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me
Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me

I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room
I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room
I got some tables to serve, uh
I got ears, you and your friends
Kick them turn nerds to the curve

And it ain't no thang, yo
'Cause these wangs the funk
I'm gettin' drunk off the pain, so
Brothers stop sweatin'

I know you want some but none is what you're gettin'
So, stop standin' on the wall, y'all
I got some greasy old fingers and a belly full of alcohol
But I'ma hit the floor and have fun
With ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
It ain't nothin' but a party, let's have some fun

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom
Come over to the table if you want some

Give me some of them chicken wangs
With celery sticks and dip
A glass of dom and some hittin' songs
And a cute girl on my hip, well, come on now

Give me some chicken wangs
With celery sticks and dip
A glass of dom, with some hittin' songs
And a cute girl on my hip, well alright

My man was chillin' with a girl he met last week
But let him dance in the corner
He damn near sleep, peep
Jay's little hoe was from Texas

She was sweatin' his gold
Layin' him back like he just got a Lexus
My boy, be in black spinnin' ends in the ends
In the corner with a set of fly ass twins

And me I'm sittin' fat
'Cause I'm the Rottweiler and I'm lookin' for a kitty cat
And some high heel pumps and a Doolian-Burke
Or a fly hairdo and a teenie skirt

Fellas lookin' angrily but don't get mad at me
'Cause I'm in V.I.P., uh
My boy, be on a cellular phone
Hey, yo, wait to hang up
'Cause these wangs are almost gone

So, keep 'em comin', keep 'em comin' hard
Them buffalo wangs and a bottle of dom

Sixty-nine chillin' in the V.I.P.
Instead of eatin' our wangs away
Watchin' all the girls with the sister curls steady
Makin' their bootys sway

Sixty-nine chillin' in the V.I.P.
Instead of eatin' our wangs away
Watchin' all the girls with the sister curls steady
Makin' their bootys sway, check it out now