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69 Boyz - 10 chicken wands and a bottle of dom
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Intro: 
Itsty-Bitsy! 
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head 
Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly! 

Verse 1: 
One for the money, two for the show 
Three I want a real big booty to go 
Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks 
And everybody down at the Motel Six 
I had seven girls and they all was tough 
Then I got one more, and now eight is enough 
You know at nine we hit the club and we'll have some fun 
And get ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Now the weekend's here, and it's time to have fun 
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me 
Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me 
I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room 
I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room 
I got some tables to serve, uh 
I got ears, you and your friends kick them turn nerds to the curve 
And it ain't no thang, yo 
Cause these wangs the funk, I'm gettin drunk off the pain, so 
Brothers stop sweatin 
I know you want some, but none is what you're gettin 
So, stop standin on the wall, y'all 
I got some greasy old fingers and a belly full of alcohol 
But I'ma hit the floor and have fun 
With ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Chorus: 
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
It ain't nothin but a party, let's have some fun 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 
Come over to the table if you want some 

Verse 2: 
Give me some of them chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip 
A glass of dom, and some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well come on now 
Give me some chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip 
A glass of dom, with some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well alright 

My man was chillin with a girl he met last week 
But let him dance in the corner, he damn near sleep, peep 
Jay's little hoe was from Texas 
She was sweatin his gold, layin him back like he just got a Lexus 
My boy, be in black spinnin ends 
In the ends, in the corner with a set of fly ass twins 
And me I'm sittin fat 
Cause I'm the rottweiler and I'm lookin for a kitty cat 
And some high heel pumps and a Doolian-Burke 
Or a fly hairdoo and a teenie skirt 
Fellas lookin angrily 
But don't get mad at me, cause I'm in V.I.P., uh 
My boy, be on a cellular phone 
Hey, yo, wait to hang up cause these wangs are almost gone 
So, keep 'em comin, keep 'em comin hard 
Them buffalo wangs and a bottle of dom 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 
Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away 
Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys sway 
Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away 
Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys sway 
Check it out now