| Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that’s down for hers, man
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| All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
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| It’s me, the brand new intelligent black woman Y O Y O Which is Yo-Yo but I’m not to be played
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| Like I was made by Matell
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| But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
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| I rhyme about uprights upliftin' the woman
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| For that are superior to handle by any male
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| Any time, any rhyme, any flow and any show
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| And if you ask my producers that we fly and you know
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| My name is Yo-Yo, I’m not a ho
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| I like to flow so swift, it’s got to be a gift
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| So yo, let the beat lift, as I rip and rhyme
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| And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
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| To the fact I get the 8-ball or the jam
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| The earrings I wear are called dophins
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| Check the booty, yo it’s kinda soft
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| And if you touch, you livin' in a coffin
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| (Word to mother)
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| I’m in the 90s, your still in the 80s right
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| I rock the mic, they say I’m not lady like
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| But I’ma lady, who will pull a stunt though
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| I kill suckas and even hit the block
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| So what you wanna do? |
| Ya must play it wrong
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| (Aay yo)
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| 'Cause to me, you simply can’t get none
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| You wetter, than a hotter ho in snow
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| Tell 'em Ice Cube
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| (Ice Cube)
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| No, you can’t play with my Yo-Yo, suckas
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| What’s yo name baby?
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| That’s right, my name is Yo-Yo
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| But know I’m not a dunkin
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| As I rap, chilly chill bringin' the funk
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| And I steal yo man, as if he was a hawk
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| And he’ll call me baby, yo, or even pumpkin
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| I may be buttercup or even Ms. Yo We had dinner and know we drinkin' Cisco
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| Hit the slow jams, its gettin' cosy
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| Your home alone, so now you gettin' nosy
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| Your kinda young, so of course you had to call replace
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| Hang up in my face, it’s a sad case
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| So who ya man dippin' the dollars, what?
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| Yup, for puttin' lipstick on his collar
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| At home, he’s gotta listen to ya holla
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| But he’ll slap ya and sock ya, so why bother?
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| But if you come knockin' at my do'
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| (Ay yo)
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| I’ll smoke you, tell 'em Ice
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| You can’t play wit my Yo-Yo, sucka
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| Fool, 1990 and stand sucka free, yeah
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| Tell 'em what’s up Yo, I hope you realize one day
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| That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
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| So listen to my Y O, here’s my bio
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| And next to me, ha, your not fly yo Ya lack skills to be a woman that’s black
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| Fake hair in the back, plus green contacts
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| Yo-Yo is just tryna to stop ya Because the world ain’t a big soap opera
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| It only takes one punch to drop ya And then the I.B.W.C. |
| will come mob ya But no, I’m not livin' like that first
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| Although I pack a real small gat in my purse
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| (Right, right)
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| Just no, it’s not to cause corruptions
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| Just to fight back on the instructions
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| Just thought you wanna know about the Y O Y O Yo, should I tell 'em Ice
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| They know what time it is You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| You can’t play with my Yo-Yo
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| Don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
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| Yo-Yo, the brand new intelligent black lady
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| Stompin' to the 90s, for all y’all suckas
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| Aye Jinx, I knew they couldn’t fade it You can’t play wit my Yo-Yo
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| The simple to a metaphor, make someone to yell on To keep it at a latest while they’re yellin', more, more
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| I am very versatile, changin' my ways to different styles
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| Knowledge is the key, expense is for my background
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| Label me as a woman and sometimes I feel inferior
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| Follow me on the hands of time, makes no man superior
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| Should we jam and take the stand, and dis back all the
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| Men who know no more the slang, slang
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| And thinks wit his ding-a-ling?
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| I think it’s time that we defeat
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| And stand on our own two feet
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| If we wanna live wit justice and harmony
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| How many more rounds must I go In order to let my people know
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| Times were hard, things have changed
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| Don’t try to play me out
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| Lady
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| (Don't try to play me out)
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| Yay, yay, hey
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| (Don't try to play me out)
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| Yay, yay, yay, yay |