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Yo-yo : You Better Ask Somebody lyrics

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Yo-yo lyrics : "You Better Ask Somebody"

[ VERSE 1 ]

I'm rough, I kicks the stuff


That make you wanna take a fat puff


Of the chronic, I'm hooked on phonics

I'm hooked on beats, I'm hooked on blunts, I knock out fronts


And I'm bout as wicked as a wicked-ass witch from the west


So you and Toto better know that it's Yo-Yo

I'm cute, I loot, and if you dispute


Ice Cube taught a ^!$$% how to shoot


Got mo' flavor than a lifesaver with a hole in the middle and

%#@!'ll hit the fan


If you don't let me get buckwild on the strap, eh


I turn into Cleopatra

Don't spend all day lookin for the third leg


But I ain't too proud to beg


Cause sometimes you gotta 'pump that hottie'

Fool, you better ask somebody





Ain't nobody tryin to look pretty, I gets busy

(You better ask somebody)





(Here we go, here we go)




[ VERSE 2 ]


It's 93, Yo-Yo grew a little bit wiser

(Still going) like an Energizer


Heat mizer, cause I light the phillies


Rich as the Beverly Hillbillies

I know the time cause I clock the cash


In raw-ass [???]


I can get mad as a mean guy

And on the other hand be sweet as a bean pie


Microphone fiend, I never had a hoe flex


But Shanté, trick, get the Kotex

Nappy-head hooker, don't got no ends


Been wack every since Roxanne's Revenge


Little dumb black girl

How in the hell you gon' come and dis a black pearl?


Now I gotta wetcha like John Gotti

Hoe, I'm a damn pro, you better ask somebody




[ VERSE 3 ]

Lookin for a 'soul brother straight from mecca'


But ^!$$%s try to play me like Woody Woodpecker

EdAd's, never needed knee pads, black


So hit the road, jack

Down with Tyson, hate Anita and Clarence

Reportin to the devil like parents


Ban rap, but still let the rock sell

Fire up the @@#!tail

Va-boom! Everyting blows up


When black folks rose up

Don't guess, yes, I blast your $$#

Sufferin succotash!


L.A., New York, and my 'Motownphilly' friends

We gotta turn these Boys II Men

Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty

Fool, you better ask somebody




[ Ice Cube: ]

Yeah


Yo-Yo, 199-Trey

Givin a knock-out punch

Street Knowledge, Ice Cube

All that's in the house


We in the house with my man QDIII

And that's how we do it

We got Bob behind the mutha-


Hey, I'm out this mutha-

Yo

(Here we go, here we go)

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