Chicka Woo Lyrics
| Song | Chicka Woo |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Magnum Force (Int'l Only) (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bush, Etienne, Harper, Price ... | |
| 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) |
| zuo qu : Bush, Etienne, Harper, Price ... | |
| 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 stuckup 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 fourfour | |
| 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, baby, 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 illanoyz, 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Bush, Etienne, Harper, Price ... | |
| 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 stuckup 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 fourfour | |
| 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, baby, 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 illanoyz, 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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