The Yo-Yo lyrics

[Intro: Big Pooh]
Yea, yo Tay (Phonte) man
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 n*gga for the herb
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo

[Verse 1: Big Pooh]
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
[Hook: Phonte]
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
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

[Verse 2: Phonte]
Yea, yea, ok, alright
Ya'll know them n*ggas 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 n*ggas looking
b*tch 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 n*ggas might not cuss like me
End of the night ya'll just trying to f*ck like me
So what's the reason for the hating, n*ggas 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 f*cking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
I've rocked Antwerp, that's why I can't f*ck with
Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man sh*t I'm bout
To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
"My black queen...
Don't know nann n*gga!"
[Hook: Phonte]
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yee yee yee yo yo
n*ggas 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
n*ggas wanna come to my face
f*ck that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate
Like this n*gga