Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Yo-Yo, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Yo-Yo |
| Let me, let me put you onto something man |
| See I’m tired of these girls, you know what I’m saying |
| Trying to play a nigga for the herb |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| We need to sit down, me and you have a chit chat |
| Let’s talk about friends and define that |
| Let’s talk about us never mind that |
| Let’s talk about trust where your mind at |
| So you looking for a man won’t find that |
| Had a good thing here let’s rewind facts |
| Believe me I know all about them other cats |
| How they all played the game just to get to you |
| Spitting all in my ear which you liked who |
| Tickled your fancy who you would invite to |
| Be yours, I penned verses |
| Quote verses, with purpose, so nervous |
| I wrote urgence I spoke shy you spoke lie |
| We spoke «bye», up until this year |
| When I saw you, you saw me, we walked on by |
| Til you found out I emceed, now you on it like |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Why you all up in my face like |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Yea, yea, ok, alright |
| Ya’ll know them niggas that I’m talking bout |
| The ones that ya’ll be seeing at the coffee house |
| Soon as they get the mic I start walking out |
| And swear that they skill’s the most talked about |
| It’s time to bring the emcees on, I’m sick of niggas looking |
| Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle |
| Me with sandals and capris on, come on dog |
| I’m about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this |
| So called black righteousness |
| Even though ya’ll niggas might not cuss like me |
| End of the night ya’ll just trying to fuck like me |
| So what’s the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads |
| Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin |
| And I’m cool with interracial dating, but I ain’t about |
| To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon |
| I’ve rocked Antwerp, that’s why I can’t fuck with |
| Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves |
| And deep down ya’ll know that I’m right, man shit I’m bout |
| To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like |
| «My black queen… |
| Don’t know nann nigga!» |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Niggas wanna come to my face |
| Cause I’m making moves and they running in place |
| In my face like |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Yo yo yo |
| Yee yee yee yo yo |
| Niggas wanna come to my face |
| Fuck that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate |
| Like this nigga |