Chicka Woo

...fuck you bitch. Psshh, it ain't all about you
Huh? I'm tryin' ta make shit happen (fuck you)...
Ayo, we fight everynight now that's not kosher
I reminisce the bliss before Esh Koshka, we was closer
Later on you was supposed ta be the one that I stayed with
But it seem that you play tricks
Everyday you're 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.
'bout ta get the fuck up outta here, word up.
I ain't playing. Fuck I look like, huh?
One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street, huh?
You dealing wit a nigga who say what he mean & mean what he say. When I say I'm lookin at the door, bitch I'm outta here, straight up & down.
Fuck I look like to you? I switch it...
And when you with ya friends
I slide to the side until the spotlight is mine
And always rep, guard sypher divine
When I did the knowledge of my wisdom
and came to a understanding that you underhanded & lame (psshh)
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 to be
So I can't see you in my future
And I don't think that I could take it anymore
Ya'll know the rest...the four-four.
[hook]
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 working with,
I got to tie my shit to my knee.
Fuck? My shit ain't good? What?
Fuck is you doing? Punk ass bitch.
My friends always tell me I'm luck to stay
Dipped with the flyest chick from the BK
But all the games you play make a nigga wanna stray
So every night to the most high, a nigga pray
That me & 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 her ass did so 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...
[hook]
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.
...You's a fuckin' miserable bitch and that's my word is bond, you always want me around ya shit.
Misery love company, man but you know what?
I'm gettin' the fuck up on outta here, pap, eh? Fuck that I ain't gon' deal with that bullshit no more, huh.
'Bout ta make mad moves with my dawgs, man.
Fuckin' Heltah Skeltah. Me & Roc, knaw mean?
Muthafuck' my brotha Illanoise,
Plus I got muthafuckin Rusty Juxx. Knawmean?
Fuckin uh, Mike Stew', singing what he sing & do what he doin'
[hook]
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.