Chicken Grease Song Lyrics

Let me tell ya 'bout the, let me tell ya 'bout the chicken grease
Stuffs and things to make the people get out ya seat, good God
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, yeah

From the left to the right, the back, the middle and the front
Don't be uptight shake it off and do what you want
Pump it in the club, get a little bit a rub-a-dub
I know you love me 'cause I'm funky
'Cause I just wanna show you some love
Ah, uh, when Duke, my partner's on the avenue

Chicken grease
I said it's in the streets, good God
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 'til I've mastered this, let the others go first
So the brothers won't miss, fried 'til it's burned and crisp
See we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like this