[Intro: Richard Pryor]
Of all the things my mama used to cook, I liked chicken
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home this evening
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Damn, it really hurts my heart to remember these (Remember these)
Days way back in the seventies (Seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-Aids
Cornbread, cornrows, and cornbraids
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat, nibble on the bone and then suck the goo
Man, if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better the next day cold
Chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect I used to listen
To my moms (To my mommy), damn near every day
"Boy, you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"
[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
Yo, Monch, you can remember when we used to play skelly way back?
Blastin' wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (Yo, you was fiendin' for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
Mom yells, "Dinner's ready," 'cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup and my hot sauce
And my cornbread, now I'm ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin
Of all the things my mama used to cook, I liked chicken
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home this evening
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Damn, it really hurts my heart to remember these (Remember these)
Days way back in the seventies (Seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-Aids
Cornbread, cornrows, and cornbraids
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat, nibble on the bone and then suck the goo
Man, if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better the next day cold
Chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect I used to listen
To my moms (To my mommy), damn near every day
"Boy, you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"
[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
Yo, Monch, you can remember when we used to play skelly way back?
Blastin' wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (Yo, you was fiendin' for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
Mom yells, "Dinner's ready," 'cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup and my hot sauce
And my cornbread, now I'm ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin
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