| Hello, helluva, hey, how you doing |
| It’s me, the mac of BHC purusing you |
| Who in the world gave you the right |
| To look so, well, um, uhh, dynomite |
| Sucking on her finger with a Now or Later in the middle |
| How I feel for you, girl |
| Is no riddle (I want her) |
| Yeah, I got to have her |
| She looks mo better so I Want her mo badder than |
| A big man in quicksand hopes for help |
| At a glance, I’m a go for self |
| She’s as cute as a puss in boots |
| With good hair and it’s real to the roots |
| Damn near perfect, all my life |
| I’ve prayed for an all world girl |
| Who’s sweet as Kool-Aid |
| And thoughts of doing that |
| It can make me cry |
| You’re a helluva babe |
| Oh, me, oh, my Helluva, helluva (she's so fine) |
| Helluva, helluva (blows my mind) |
| Helluva, helluva (lights my need) |
| Helluva, helluva |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| I’m not the kind for nine to five |
| Cause I rhyme to survive |
| I guess I do all right |
| Cause I’m staying alive |
| I’m in the game of fame |
| Gangs of girls want my last name |
| Not for love but for |
| Life in the fast lane |
| Gold diggers see dollar so they |
| Scream and holler at my concerts |
| Hoping I notice 'em but it don’t work |
| 'Cause I hate a girl |
| Loud as a speaker |
| Don’t get me wrong |
| I also hate salad eaters |
| Those in the mid of the two extremes |
| Yeah, you know what I mean |
| Love is blind but I see good |
| I think you’re helluva, helluva |
| Agreed, B-Hood (yeah) |
| Yeah, I knew you’d agree |
| There’s no mistaking she’d b-a-d |
| I court her, support her |
| Escort her and sport her |
| She’s the talk of the town |
| And I’m the reporter |
| She’s helluva, helluva |
| Helluva, helluva (she's so fine) |
| Helluva, helluva (blows my mind) |
| Helluva, helluva (lights my need) |
| Helluva, helluva |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| We’re still lovey dovey |
| But it ain’t all roses |
| Cause she’s so helluva |
| And other brothas know this |
| We can’t even go in the mall |
| Walking without brothers hawking |
| Stalking and talking that talk |
| 'Bout what they’d do if they were me But she’s locked up and if ain’t the key |
| I heard a brother whistle |
| I said what if it’s time |
| I nut up and pull out my pistol |
| Load the clip and start git-git-gatting |
| (What happened) Sh, brotha stopped macking |
| Bend down and tell him |
| It’s not cause I’m jealous |
| Hey, just don’t disrespect me, fella |
| Now she’s mad cause she |
| Thinks that I’m violent |
| The treatment I get is silent |
| So you all bro know |
| That next time you slip |
| There’s a fee you gotta pay |
| Hey, cause helluva’s with me Helluva, helluva (she's so fine) |
| Helluva, helluva (blows my mind) |
| Helluva, helluva (lights my need) |
| Helluva, helluva |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life |
| She’s a helluva girl, yeah |
| The one I want in my life… |