You Be Illin'

One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken
Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'
This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny
Went up to the front with a menu and his money
He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side
He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um, is this Kentucky Fried?"
The lady said "Yeah" smiled, and he smiled back
He gave a quarter and his order, Small Fries, Big Mac!

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin'

Today you won a ticket to see Doctor J
Front row seat, in free, no pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game's about to start
You kickin' popcorn to the beat
You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town
'Round his back, through the hoop
Then you scream "Touchdown"

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin'

The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party
Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi
You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?"
She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'

For dinner, you ate it, there is none left
It was salty, with butter and it was def
You proceeded to eat it 'cause you was in the mood
But Holmes you did not read, it was a can of dog food

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin'

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'

You be illin', ill-illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin', illin', ill-illin'
You be illin', illin', ill-ill-ill-illin'

Illin'
Illin'
Ill-Illin'