作词 : D'Angelo, Poyser | |
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 | |
Come on down to the front where you can feel the beat | |
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 wanna show you some love | |
Chicken grease | |
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 | |
CriscoThat's sitting on top of the stove | |
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 | |
Say 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 it works its way down to your feet | |
So unique come on everybody let's dance to the beat | |
I just wanna put you down | |
I just want y'all to get down | |
Everybody come on | |
And get down to the chicken grease | |
If you wanna come on down to the front, baby yo, it's cool | |
Everybody fakin' the funk, | |
I'ma put you in skool | |
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 if you listening to me | |
Clap your hands stomp your feet | |
I just wanna put you down | |
I just want y'all to get down | |
Everybody come on | |
And get down to the chicken grease | |
Chicken grease | |
Chicken grease | |
Chicken grease... |
zuo ci : D' Angelo, Poyser | |
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 | |
Come on down to the front where you can feel the beat | |
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 rubadub | |
I know you love me ' cos | |
I' m funky' | |
Cos I just wanna show you some love | |
Chicken grease | |
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 | |
CriscoThat' s sitting on top of the stove | |
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 | |
Say 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 it works its way down to your feet | |
So unique come on everybody let' s dance to the beat | |
I just wanna put you down | |
I just want y' all to get down | |
Everybody come on | |
And get down to the chicken grease | |
If you wanna come on down to the front, baby yo, it' s cool | |
Everybody fakin' the funk, | |
I' ma put you in skool | |
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 if you listening to me | |
Clap your hands stomp your feet | |
I just wanna put you down | |
I just want y' all to get down | |
Everybody come on | |
And get down to the chicken grease | |
Chicken grease | |
Chicken grease | |
Chicken grease... |
zuò cí : D' Angelo, Poyser | |
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 | |
Come on down to the front where you can feel the beat | |
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 rubadub | |
I know you love me ' cos | |
I' m funky' | |
Cos I just wanna show you some love | |
Chicken grease | |
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 | |
CriscoThat' s sitting on top of the stove | |
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 | |
Say 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 it works its way down to your feet | |
So unique come on everybody let' s dance to the beat | |
I just wanna put you down | |
I just want y' all to get down | |
Everybody come on | |
And get down to the chicken grease | |
If you wanna come on down to the front, baby yo, it' s cool | |
Everybody fakin' the funk, | |
I' ma put you in skool | |
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 if you listening to me | |
Clap your hands stomp your feet | |
I just wanna put you down | |
I just want y' all to get down | |
Everybody come on | |
And get down to the chicken grease | |
Chicken grease | |
Chicken grease | |
Chicken grease... |