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