歌曲 | Chicka Woo |
歌手 | Heltah Skeltah |
专辑 | Magnum Force (Int'l Only) (Explicit) |
下载 | 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 |