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Yo-yo : Yo Yo Funk lyrics

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Yo-yo lyrics : "Yo Yo Funk"

(Chorus)

That Yo Yo funk, that's what it is


(You gotta put me on) (Damn Yo Yo)


Givin' it to you (Oh Yeah)

(Slam the D's on the Benzo, pancake by the gate)





(Verse 1)

Because of my funk, ^!$$%s wanna wax me and tax me


Got me feelin' uncomfortable like my Maxi


People tend to ask me, Yo Yo is your %#@! ???

Smooth like a baby's $$#, the kinda funk that make Lo-Lo's crass


Smash up the street, stash on my heat


Ridin' in my hood deep bumpin' battlecat's beats

I'm on a regular, all on my celular phone


Cause the fleas won't leave me alone


Many high to the hips, that freak mamma %#@! lips

Glossy, lookin' hella saucy and flossin'


I got that vibe, hat @@#!ed to the side


Representing, ain't that right?

You know me, I know you, you know the flavour I be bringin'


A little funky song, can't you sing it, yeah...




(Chorus)





(Verse 2)

Now fellas say my funk is the bomb


I'm a beatiful black girl but my hair is blonde


Very special like Hennasy

And all the fly funky ^!$$% rolls wanna freak with me


It is I... Y-O-Y-O


So fly, skirt to the thigh, am I...

Flava so sweet you could eat


You'd probably need a toothpick to pick out your teeth


Because I told ya my flava was the bomb

And now you got... flava on your tongue


Left sprung, hung by one lady, nothing but a fly girl thing big baby


Let it begin for the nine, feel

Me and Ruff Dogg getting bent off Hen'


It's all gravy so let the beat bump

And get used to this Yo Yo Funk!




(Chorus)




(Verse 3)

Well it's Yo Yo, high as a missle


And I just love a fistful of $#&@in' c-notes

And I'm glad I didn't grow to be no material $$# chick

To jock a young brother for his rich


We bout to do this funk my way

We bout to hit the higway sideways out the driveway

It ain't no sense in playing games


I roll with that true D-Funk, Battlecat's the name

You know me, you know I'm mobbin' heads bobbin'

That Yo Yo Funk'll keep 'em rockin'


Fresh out the jam, looking hella trim

Suit tight and right, hittin' the show tonight, yeah

It ain't no sense in makin' faces

Ain't no chick in the street takin' places, face it


Don't stop the rock, keep it movin'

Yo Yo's in the house with that ghetto style, keep groovin'




(Chorus till fade...)

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