Joey BadASS - Curry Chicken lyrics

rate me

Break it down

We break it down like

Joey he break it down like

My nigga fly, he break it down like

My niggaz static

Break it down like

Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah

First things first,

I've been rehearsing these

In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself fulfilled

But one day I know I'm earning me some platinum and some gold

And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat

Into my momma, oh no

Your verses will never run no more

You were purchased

So here I go

Your little man has to grow

While I’m walking out the door

My momma said just be smart

Cause she know I got my baggng

She ain’t got to worry

Only in time for Christmas for some dinner

Seein’ you at TV

You game boy lookin’ inner

But you lookin’ like a winner

You got to get it

And then you get it back

You got to get it

And then you get it back

You got to get it

And then you get it back

Then you get it back

Then you get it, get it back

Worse thing is worse

I could have just stolen your purse

And being put to some work

And leave all this into the dirt

But ever since birth

I knew I’d be something on this Earth

So now I speak that dope

That shit be hitting your nerve

And to my poppa, my word

Did you know all along

That a star was gone?

And now you name me Jamal

That name was lost

And maybe 20 years later

You’re on your way to the Palms

I got your back

You ain’t got to worry

The only thing I ask for is some Curry Chicken

While we there we eating dinner

Momma seen me on TV

You be getting thinner ,boy

But I’m looking like a winner

You got to get it

And then you get it back

You got to get it

And then you get it back

You got to get it

And then you get it back

Then you get it back

Then you get it, get it back

It’s washed up before I win

If I should die before I win

My pretty law, my soul to keep

My soul to keep

My pretty law, my soul to keep

My pretty law, my soul to keep

Break it down