Rapper Big Pooh - 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***a 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 x2 - 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 [Verse 2 - Phonte] Yea, yea, ok, alright Ya'll know them n***as 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 sk**'s the most talked about It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of n***as looking b**h 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***as might not cuss like me End of the night ya'll just trying to f** like me So what's the reason for the hating, n***as 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**ing speeches cause I wanna have some bacon I've rocked Antwerp, that's why I can't f** with Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man sh** I'm bout To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like "My black queen... Don't know nann n***a!" [Hook - Phonte] Yo yo yo Yee yee yee yo yo Yo yo yo Yee yee yee yo yo n***as 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***as wanna come to my face f** that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate Like this n***a