[00:00.00] 作词 : Mark Ronson/Nasir Jones/Trevor Smith
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Mark Ronson/Nasir Jones/Trevor Smith
[00:02.00]Nas - Fried Chicken （feat. Busta Rhymes）
[02:44.95][00:17.00]
[00:19.60]Mmm, Fried chicken
[00:21.85]Fly vixen
[00:23.02]Give me heart Disease
[00:24.14]But need you in my kitchen
[00:25.35]You a bird, but you ain't a ki
[00:27.63]Got wings but you can't fly away from me
[00:30.00]Driving in your bucket seats from Kentucky
[00:32.11]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - To **** with me
[00:33.28]Look what you done to me
[00:34.66]Was number one to me!
[00:35.81]After you shower
[00:36.87]You and your gold medal flour
[00:37.96]Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour
[00:40.41]You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
[00:42.85]Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
[00:45.52]Lay you down cause you're red hot
[00:47.82]Louisiana style you make my head rot
[00:49.13]Then I flock to the bed then, "Plop"
[00:51.88]When we done, I need rest
[00:53.55]Don't know a part of you that I love best
[00:55.31]Your legs or your breast
[00:56.99]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a b***h death
[00:59.74]Created by southern black women
[01:01.46]To serve massa, guest
[01:03.44]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - You gon' be a b***h death
[01:04.94]Misses Fried Chicken
[01:07.16]You was my addiction
[01:08.26]Dripping with cholest'
[01:09.94]Like Greeks with his felafel
[01:11.91]Or Italians with his to-mato
[01:12.98]Pasta
[01:14.01]Or roti is to a Rasta
[01:15.23]Trapping me
[01:16.69]You and your friend mac and cheese
[01:18.10]Candy yams, collard greens
[01:19.37]But you knocking me to my knees
[01:20.71]It's killing me when I miss, ah
[01:22.27]Nothing I need more than a fish fry
[01:23.99]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Shit, It taste good, I can't lie
[01:25.97]It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon
[01:28.18]When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind
[01:30.64]Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
[01:33.15]So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
[01:35.77]Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine
[01:38.78]The way you submitting
[01:39.89]And how you gave me power
[01:41.39]To massaging me to shower
[01:42.54]You with lemon water
[01:43.99]Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder
[01:46.12]Baby
[01:47.15]It's like you at the spa
[01:48.17]The way you gently lay in the pan
[01:49.29]While you enjoying you butter milk treatment
[01:50.77]I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin
[01:53.28]Despite the funny fragrance
[01:54.87]Still I lick my finger frequent
[01:56.25]In any event
[01:57.78]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't **** with you
[02:01.16]But the way you taste made it hard to resist
[02:03.70]when I put my mouth on you
[02:05.19]But that's another issue
[02:06.26]But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you
[02:09.34]Was it infection manifesting?
[02:10.72]Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you
[02:13.66]Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
[02:16.28]I'ma eat you until there's nothing left
[02:18.11]Til my very last breath
[02:24.36][02:19.63]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - You gon be a b***h death
[02:21.30]Despite your good appearance
[02:22.92]Cooking swine as a chef
[02:26.25]Who cares if the swine
[02:28.09]Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
[02:29.79]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Yes, I eat the shit to death
[02:31.49]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Ain't that some shit?
[02:33.82]Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - I'ma eat some shit
[02:35.24]Until what I'm eating KILLS ME!
[02:37.18]And I choose to do that
[02:39.37]Why?
[02:40.76]Cause that's just what niggas do

作词 : Mark Ronson/Nasir Jones/Trevor Smith
作曲 : Mark Ronson/Nasir Jones/Trevor Smith
Nas - Fried Chicken （feat. Busta Rhymes）
Mmm, Fried chicken
Fly vixen
Give me heart Disease
But need you in my kitchen
You a bird, but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats from Kentucky
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - To **** with me
Look what you done to me
Was number one to me!
After you shower
You and your gold medal flour
Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock to the bed then, "Plop"
When we done, I need rest
Don't know a part of you that I love best
Your legs or your breast
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a b***h death
Created by southern black women
To serve massa, guest
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - You gon' be a b***h death
Misses Fried Chicken
You was my addiction
Dripping with cholest'
Like Greeks with his felafel
Or Italians with his to-mato
Pasta
Or roti is to a Rasta
Trapping me
You and your friend mac and cheese
Candy yams, collard greens
But you knocking me to my knees
It's killing me when I miss, ah
Nothing I need more than a fish fry
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Shit, It taste good, I can't lie
It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon
When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine
The way you submitting
And how you gave me power
To massaging me to shower
You with lemon water
Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder
Baby
It's like you at the spa
The way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoying you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance
Still I lick my finger frequent
In any event
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't **** with you
But the way you taste made it hard to resist
when I put my mouth on you
But that's another issue
But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you
Was it infection manifesting?
Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you
Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
I'ma eat you until there's nothing left
Til my very last breath
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - You gon be a b***h death
Despite your good appearance
Cooking swine as a chef
Who cares if the swine
Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Yes, I eat the shit to death
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - Ain't that some shit?
Fried Chicken - Nas, Busta Rhymes - Untitled - I'ma eat some shit
Until what I'm eating KILLS ME!
And I choose to do that
Why?
Cause that's just what niggas do