The Yo-Yo

(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 nigga 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 like 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 live
 We spoke by, up until this year
 When I saw you, you saw me, we walked by
 Till you found out I emceed, now you all up in my face like
 (Chorus 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 niggas that I'm talkin bout
 The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
 Soon as they get the mic I start walkin out
 And swear that they skill the most talked about
 It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin
 Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle
 Me with sandals and capries 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 niggas might not cuss like me
 At the end of the night ya'll just trying to fuck like me
 So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
 Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
 And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I aint about
 To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
 I rock and swerve, that's why I cant 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 nan nigga
 (Chorus - Phonte)
 Yo yo yo
 yee yee yee yo yo
 Yo yo yo
 yee yee yee yo yo
 Niggas 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
 Niggas wanna come to my face
 Fuck that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate
 Like this nigga