Chicken Box

Hey blood come aroundCome check out my part of townI want to see you here tonightBut in my neighborhoodYou know the chicken’s goodI wanna see the blackmen fightAnd now the time is hereCold chicken, chitlens, beerI want to see you here tonightAnd now they come aroundThese soul food stands in townMalt liquor seems to taste so rightAnd to the chicken stand we goWe’re eating lots-o-greasy food

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