Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chicka Woo, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song Magnum Force (Int'l Only), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Chicka Woo |
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 niggas 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. |
pavor amor |
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 creep |
If the lovin ain’t good |
And I never thought you could |
Ever treat me like you should |
That’s a reason I should creep |
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 loved at all |
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 creep |
If the lovin ain’t good |
And I never thought you could |
Ever treat me like you should |
That’s a reason I should creep |
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 Ruste Juxx, knahmean? |
Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew' |
Singin what he singin, doin what he doin |
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 creep |
If the lovin ain’t good |
And I never thought you could |
Ever treat me like you should |
That’s a reason I should creep… |
(repeat both stanzas to end) |