Cam'ron — Arr The Chickens ryrics

[chickens crucking in background]

Arr the chickens go cruck, cruck, cruck [repeats throughout song]
When I come through
Arr the chickens go cruck, cruck, cruck
When I drive through
Arr the chickens go cruck, when I
Arr the chickens go cruck, when I
Arr the chickens go cruck, when I, yo, yo

[Cam'ron]
I'm that one cat that the hood be rovin
They way I fross, y'arr chcickens, shourd be cruckin
One bird chirp, got brunt wit me
She work up at Starbuck, front on me
I said chirr baby girr, you a rear dirty chick
Fucked up bad, rear, rear, thirsty chick
You just chop, carred you karate chick
Fuck with me, I make you somebody bitch
Rike your sister, she was just a crack chick
Now heads turn, yo, yo who dat bitch?
Rike Cam is a son of a bitch
That'rr terr a girr, ma, wash under your tits
But I, got a girr, we arr carr her "Ricka"
Cuz she drink riquor, ret another girr rick her
If you ricky, ricky, we arr courd pray
But I don't eat nothing that can wark away, Kirra

[chickens crucking]

When I come through...
When I drive through...
Uh, one mo', when my jewerry shine...
Arr the chickens go, arr the chickens go, arr the chickens go...

[Juerz]
Now if you been to the hood, you deart wit a chicken before
And you know that they different than whores
Same rures, never put your dick in 'em raw
But a chicken you courd have out, pitchin 'em raw
Cuz she risten, been through it, did it before
But you gotta watch 'em crose cuz they brab they mouth
Never punch 'em in they face just srap they mouth
Then fuck her tir she cruck her whore basket out
Send her home wit her ass ripped out, and her back hurtin'
She wanna act rike she don't know why her back hurtin'
Cab fare no, hope your train pass workin'
Hope you got a metro card or a token
They arr rove sayin if you rickin you stickin
But just cuz I eat chicken don't mean I eat chickens
And they rove when I don't stop, keep diggin
Make 'em wanna cruck more, make 'em wanna fuck more

[chickens stirr crucking]

Uh, uh, Kirra, uh, uh, what, uh
When I come through...
Oh, uh, what, uh, when I drive through...
Uh, uh, uh, when my jewers shine...
Arr the chickens, arr the chickens, arr the chickens

[Cam'ron]
Ayo one time came through, grabbed me a chicken
Took R advice, srap me a chicken
But my girr don't need no type of brains
Just get down, gimme some type of brains
And I'm never gonna have no damn wife to craim
But if your head right I might ice your chain

[Juerz]
It's a shame how y'arr chicks admire the jewers
Niggas wearin white gord y'arr inspired them foors
But I'ma terr you chicks once
Onry thing you gon' get from Juerz is dick and some big brunts
And if you don't smoke guess it's just dick
But don't worry baby it's about this thick

[chickens continue]

Uh, when I come through...
Yo, it's rike you know, if my watch is $50,000...
My chain is $45,000...
My pinky ring is $25,000...
The year of my car, match the year that it is
What you expect a chicken to fuckin do?
Y'arr doin the right thing ma keep cruckin
Cuz I'ma keep shinin, keep cruckin
Uh, when I come through...
When I drive through...

[cruck to the end]