Lyrics I Got Played - Yo-Yo

I Got Played

Rollin' down 46th Street, lookin' for action
Saw this hella fly dude and you know I couldn’t pass him up
I said, «What's up, baby?
Your name Tommy?»
Sayin' to myself, «Now, who in the hell is Tommy, right?»
I mean, that smile, the way he walked was cool
I probably woulda called him Chuck if I had to
Just to get his attention, to get him over
'Cause as he stepped up I knew my eyes would take over
He said, «Ooh baby, are those your eyes?»
I batted them and smiled to make him think that I was shy
But yo, I got his number, and he got mine
He said, «Step out the car, let me see what it’s like»
I jostled a little, played with the steering wheel
Stepped out the car and put my butt in gear
I said, «Okay baby, now when you gonna call?»
He said, «Oh, I’ll be in touch, baby doll»
Not only did he call but he stayed in touch
I was beginnin' to think that I was liking him a little too much
I thought, «Okay, not the Y-O-Y-O»
Being hypnotized?
No, no, no
I gotta come back stronger than that before I get clowned
But if he didn’t like me, yo, he wouldn’t be around
I thought about it, went to sleep on it, woke up thinkin' about it
Maybe he’s huntin' rabbits, and I don’t know about it
We chitted and we chatted, talked about this and that
The next day at 4:30, he was waitin' in his 'Lac
Oh, of course he was on time but I was a little bit slow
I had to fix my braids but I was still on the go
Bustin' out my house door lookin' for this gray 'Lac
This guy had boned out but he came right back
But uh, getting back to the other side
About this hell of a freak and how he was so fly
He ran it down to me how he needed a girl
To, uh, massage his back and run the fingers through his curl
Since I go for what I know, I went on and played the role
But trick, this ain’t the end, there’s something I ain’t told
What’s up, Yo-Yo?
What’s up with baby in the 'Lac?
Ah, things didn’t work as planned
What?
You didn’t let him knock it, did you?
Hot diggity damn bam, man, I’m mad
Gave up that ass and now my number’s in the trash
I met him about a month ago — okay, a week ago
Thought I’d get in because he had a little ends
I talked to my homies, they said, «Give him the whip appeal»
Gave it all up and shoulda kept my shit sealed
I likeded this guy, don’t get me wrong about the song
That convertible Caddy he was rollin' was on
My body was tight, and everything was alright
Plus, if he did trash my number, he’ll remember that night
It went on and on and on and on until I yelled «STOP!»
He was hittin' my weak spot
Goin' at it like a habit, had me peeing like a rabbit
Turnin', turn my shit up, and you know, I had to grab it
It lasted real long, I guess the feeling was strong
As I gently scratched his back, I heard the sound of the moan
Grabbin' and feelin' and let my body squeal and
Gave a little extra, make him feel like a real man
Feelin' it all as he dug a little deeper
Tryin' ways to get him sprung so I could keep him
Got up, jumped in the shower about an hour
Baby said he was ghost, he was supposed to meet his father
What an excuse, he coulda came with something better than that
I thought my lovin' was stronger than that
I had the wiggle in my walk and the giggle in my talk
I guess it all adds up: I got played