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...
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...
