Heltah Skeltah Chicka Woo Lyrics

Chicka Woo Lyrics

[Ruck]
f**k you bit*h, word up
It ain`t all about you, huh?
Trying to make sh*t happen, f**k 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, motherf**k you
Playin, youknowhatI`msayin?
The f**k I look like huh?
One of these bit*h as* 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 bit*h I`m obvious
Straight up and down
The f**k 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

f**k is the deal, huh?
You know what I`m workin with, I gotta tie my sh*t to my knee
f**k, my sh*t ain`t good, what?
The f**k is you doin, punk as* bit*h?

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 f**k 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 sh*t 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 f**kin miserable bit*h
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 f**k 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
f**kin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean?
Motherf**kin my brother Illa-Noyz, man f**k you word up
Plus I got motherf**kin ?, knahmean?
Motherf**kin 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)