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Southern Fried Intro Lyrics

from Chicken N Beer

"Southern Fried Intro" is track #6 on the album Chicken N Beer. It was written by Bridges, Christopher Brian / Bobbit, Charles A / Bacharach, Burt F / David, Hal.
"Southern Fried Intro" is track #6 on the album Chicken N Beer. It was written by Bridges, Christopher Brian / Bobbit, Charles A / Bacharach, Burt F / David, Hal.

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Hey, yeah!
I want all you proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it
Now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, untouchable nigga
Spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopiest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
'Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopiest shows
So one time for my independent women
And all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight

East coast, west coast, Midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers
To little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R and B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll

The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal
'Cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone
Wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!

And every time I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, 'cuz they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for Disturbin' The Peace!

Man! This Disturbin' Tha peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on T.V., I'm in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south
Until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way wanna baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin' shots

And I'm not to be fucked with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner
Then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they don't wanna listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they don't wanna glisten
While the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
'Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules

Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin'
'Cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cuz I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, bitch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

Yeah, folk
The King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin' Tha Peace!
We don't die, we multiply
We makin' Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!

Bridges, Christopher Brian / Bobbit, Charles A / Bacharach, Burt F / David, Hal

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