Flippin' Chiccens
C-Bo Lyrics


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[Chorus:]
We flip more birdies than Colonel's chicken
And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
why'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's

[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
why'all niggas that don't know me why the loc be frontin?
Just 'cause 38 a day I'm bluntin, trey 8 for nuttin
But in case for the waist for bustin, close range erase your bluffin
Like major snuffin, blaze the oven
Boiling hot everytime I drop
Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block
And my glock closed down shop
It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
Catch me frontin back in the rag, boy
see-Bo keep niggas all up in they peepholes
But hold up I'm lethal like blowin up a Regal
Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids
I'm sick and I can't help myself
Somebody please help me before they melt me
But naw dog you ever felt me
So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills
To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
It's a bust of the dough blow up
I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sho nuff

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

[C-Bo]
Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
Call me Christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ah
Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up
Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up
Mob figure til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie
why'all don't want no trouble, guy
You rap about all that ice I could had that
Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'ma pass that
We ruthless, we get em up until they toothless
Killin me on the West Coast nigga it's useless
I run from Seattle to Dago with my lasso
Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avanal
29th Street to Avalon
Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C's and Magnums
357, Ghost Town, Gebermona
Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost
Fuck with real niggas that bang
Not a bitch ridin a dick or the next nigga gang
With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain
When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame
Boilin hot, make my gat roar on the spot
Disrespect the block fuck how much they got, the cops
When my weasel go pop you gets the last sound
If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his ass down

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

[C-Bo]
I pack two glocks, drop bodies with two shots
Run a code if they got bitch it's gots on the rocks
When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect
Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check
You want to handle this with guns the stamina, son
I run tons for Pamela, one show shit forget the dough
I'm all in the get the blow
Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how shit get go
Flipmode when shit work more than a ship load
And a grip flip like in a double zip code
Your whole city locked down til the big bird drop
Cut for the recoppin color gettin for the block
Dancin, ballin snortin coke at the mansion
Add a mill plus like what the fuck
Ecstacy pills and kill, boy we play in the fields
And that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills

[Chorus]





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In C-Bo's song "Flippin’ Chiccens," he talks about the illegal activities he and his gang partake in, specifically drug trafficking using the metaphor of flipping chickens, which refers to selling drugs. In the chorus, he brags about selling more drugs than Colonel's chicken, a reference to Colonel Sanders' Kentucky Fried Chicken chain. He also acknowledges that he needs his crew to do the same, since they can't see him operate on TV.


In the first verse, C-Bo addresses people who don't know him and warns them not to front or underestimate him because he makes a lot of money from selling drugs. He also talks about the power that comes with carrying a gun, and how it helps him run the streets. In the second verse, C-Bo boasts about his territorial influence over the entire West Coast, from Seattle to San Diego. He name-drops different neighborhoods and gangs, solidifying his allegiance to his own gang and mocking those of others. He also talks about the violence that comes with gang affiliation and states that he's willing to kill anyone who crosses him or his crew.


Overall, "Flippin’ Chiccens" is a song about gang culture and the pride that comes with being a successful and powerful member of a gang. C-Bo's lyrics are confrontational and unapologetic, unafraid to brag about his wealth and violent tendencies.




Line by Line Meaning

We flip more birdies than Colonel's chicken
We sell more drugs than KFC sells chicken.


And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches
My crew is everything to me, without them I'm nothing.


why'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V.
You can't truly understand me or my lifestyle just by watching me on TV.


We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's
We're the Thug Lords; we live a dangerous, criminal lifestyle.


why'all niggas that don't know me why the loc be frontin?
People who don't know me act tough around me for no reason.


Just 'cause 38 a day I'm bluntin, trey 8 for nuttin
I smoke 38 blunts a day because I can afford to.


But in case for the waist for bustin, close range erase your bluffin
I carry a gun on me in case I need to use it in self-defense, and I won't hesitate to use it up close.


Like major snuffin, blaze the oven
I'm quick to kill and dispose of my enemies, leaving no evidence behind.


Boiling hot everytime I drop
Every time I release music, it's hot and full of passion.


Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block
My metaphors are so addictive like drugs, once you hear them, you're hooked.


And my glock closed down shop
I can shut down a whole area just by showing off my gun.


It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
I'm a criminal just like the ones arrested on the TV show Cops, but I don't care.


Catch me frontin back in the rag, boy
You can find me cruising around in my car with my windows down.


see-Bo keep niggas all up in they peepholes
My reputation makes people paranoid and suspicious of everyone around them.


But hold up I'm lethal like blowin up a Regal
I'm extremely dangerous, like blowing up an entire car.


Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids
I'm not afraid to target anyone, even innocent children, with my guns.


I'm sick and I can't help myself
I'm addicted to the criminal lifestyle and can't escape it.


Somebody please help me before they melt me
I fear that my enemies will eventually catch up to me and kill me.


But naw dog you ever felt me
No one truly understands what I'm going through and experiencing.


So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills
I need to carry guns and take drugs to cope with my lifestyle.


To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
I need to embrace my violent tendencies to stay true to myself, but I stop myself from going too far.


It's a bust of the dough blow up
I make a lot of money from my criminal activities and plan to keep doing so.


I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sho nuff
I can make people do anything I want, even buy certain brands of shoes.


Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
I'm good with guns and can use them effectively in any situation.


Call me Christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ah
I'm like Santa Claus, spreading death and destruction wherever I go.


Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up
I can handle drinking Crystal liquor, but I'll retaliate if someone disrespects me.


Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up
I'll act innocent and friendly, all while secretly planning to kill my enemies.


Mob figure til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie
I'm a respected member of the criminal underworld and will continue to be so until I die.


why'all don't want no trouble, guy
Don't mess with me, you won't like the outcome.


You rap about all that ice I could had that
Don't brag about your wealth, I could easily take it from you.


Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'ma pass that
I could easily kill you and take from you, but I'll spare you for now.


We ruthless, we get em up until they toothless
We'll keep attacking our enemies until they're no longer a threat.


Killin me on the West Coast nigga it's useless
No one can stop me, I'll continue to rule the West Coast.


I run from Seattle to Dago with my lasso
I'm always on the move, running my criminal operations all over the West Coast.


Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avanal
I have connections and influence everywhere from California to Texas.


29th Street to Avalon
My criminal activities are prevalent across multiple streets and neighborhoods in Los Angeles.


Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C's and Magnums
I have connections and influence all over the greater LA area.


357, Ghost Town, Gebermona
I have connections and influence in multiple gangs and neighborhoods.


Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost
I'm affiliated with multiple gangs and anyone else should stay out of our way.


Fuck with real niggas that bang
Only mess with real, violent gangsters like myself.


Not a bitch ridin a dick or the next nigga gang
Don't associate with fake gangsters who just ride the coattails of others.


With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain
I have a powerful gun that I'm not afraid to use to kill anyone.


When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame
I command respect and admiration from others, and I'm not afraid to use violence to get it.


Boilin hot, make my gat roar on the spot
I'm always armed and ready to use my guns at a moment's notice.


Disrespect the block fuck how much they got, the cops
I don't care how much money or power someone has, if they disrespect me, I'll retaliate, even if it means fighting the police.


When my weasel go pop you gets the last sound
When I shoot my gun, you won't hear the noise because you'll be dead.


If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his ass down
If my victim doesn't die from my initial shooting, my crew and I will finish the job with a brutal beating.


I pack two glocks, drop bodies with two shots
I always carry two guns and can kill someone with just two shots.


Run a code if they got bitch it's gots on the rocks
If my enemies disrespect me or my crew, they'll pay the price.


When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect
My songs are very successful, and I receive many awards for them.


Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check
I collect guns to protect myself and my crew from anyone who might try to harm us.


You want to handle this with guns the stamina, son
If you want to fight me with guns, be prepared to have a lot of stamina.


I run tons for Pamela, one show shit forget the dough
I make a lot of money selling drugs, but I also do it for the thrill, not just the money.


I'm all in the get the blow
I'm completely dedicated to my criminal lifestyle and the drugs that come with it.


Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how shit get go
I have a fully automatic gun and know how to use it in any situation.


Flipmode when shit work more than a ship load
When I'm making money, I'm unstoppable and keep working harder and harder.


And a grip flip like in a double zip code
I have so much money that I can flip it like it's nothing.


Your whole city locked down til the big bird drop
My criminal activities have such a tight grip on the city that no one can do anything until I allow it.


Cut for the recoppin color gettin for the block
I make a lot of money selling drugs and controlling the market in a certain area.


Dancin, ballin snortin coke at the mansion
I live a lavish and extravagant lifestyle and enjoy drugs and partying.


Add a mill plus like what the fuck
I have so much money that I can't even comprehend it all.


Ecstacy pills and kill, boy we play in the fields
I enjoy taking drugs like ecstasy and killing people; it's all just a game to me.


And that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills
I have so much money that I can afford to keep millions of dollars just sitting in a secluded area.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MICHAEL MOSLEY, SHAWN THOMAS

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