The Yo-Yo

Yeah, you know what I'm saying, man

Let me, let me, let me put you onto something man, you know what I'm saying?

I'm tired of these, these girls, you know what I'm saying?

They're trying to play a **** for the herb, you know what I'm saying?

Then they find out I MC

(Ye-ye-ye, yo-yo)

They want to be all up in the videos and shit, you know what I'm saying?

(Yo-yo-yo)

I know this one chick, let me tell you, let me, let me tell you what I told her

(Ye-ye-ye, 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 you 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 MC, now you on it like

Yo-yo-yo, ye-ye-ye, yo-yo

Yo-yo-yo, ye-ye-ye, yo-yo

Yo-yo-yo, ye-ye-ye, yo

Yo-ye-ye-yo-yo-ye-ye-ye-yo-yo

Yea, yea, ok, alright

Ya'll know them **** 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 their skill's the most talked about

It's time to bring the MCs on

I'm sick of **** 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 **** 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?

**** with dreads, calling theirself 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 no'in ****

Yo-yo-yo-ye-ye-ye-yo-yo

Yo-yo-yo-ye-ye-ye-yo-yo

**** wanna come to my face

Mad 'cause I'm making moves and they running in place

And my face like

Yo-yo-yo-ye-ye-ye-yo-yo

Yo-yo-yo-ye-ye-ye-yo-yo

**** wanna come to my face

Fuck that tofu, I need a pork chop on my plate

Like this ****

Yea, 1, 2, 1, 2

Comin' through

Little Brother

Ninth wonder

Pooh bear

Phonte

And a new track with it

And we run it like, y'all know how we do

Every time we come through

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

W-J-L-R

Bam, the future of hip-hop music

Oh, W-J-L-R

Continues it's Justus League hits

That was The Yo-Yo by Little Brother

Uh, what we've got comin' up next is, uh, Shorty on the Lookout

Yes, this is yours truly, uh, Skeeter Mac

Coming from way back

'Cause I'm black and I'm all that