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Heltah Skeltah - Chicka Woo lyrics
featuring Mike Stewart [Ruck] Fuck you bitch word up It ain't all about you huh? Trying to make shit happen fuck you Aiyyo we fight every night now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss before Eshkoshkah We was closer later on you was supposed ta be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks Every day it get worse than the day before Maybe you're actin too immature Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door.. Ahh, motherfuck you Playin, youknowhatI'msayin? The fuck I look like huh? One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh? You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means and mean what he say When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious Straight up and down The fuck I look like to you huh what? And when you wit your friends I slide to the side until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God Cipher Divine When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came to an understanding that you underhanded and lame I should play some stuck-up rapper role And get foul everytime you lose control But that's not my order of operation Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta B so I can't C you in my future And I don't think that I can take it anymore Y'all know the rest.. the four-four [Mike Stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Fuck is the deal, huh? You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee Fuck, my shit ain't good, what? The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch? My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K. But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray So every night to the most high a nigga pray that me and my shorty make it to another day If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit Some left field shit that a nigga can't call But all in all, I had a ball I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost Than to never have love at all [Mike Stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Youse a fuckin miserable bitch man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit Misery love company man but you know what? I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh? Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man Fuckin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean? Motherfuckin my brother Illa-Noyz, man fuck you word up Plus I got motherfuckin ?, knahmean? Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew' Singin what he singin, doin what he doin [Mike Stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze... (repeat both stanzas to end |
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