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[Ice Cube]

Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody thats down for hers, man

All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?



[Yo-Yo]

Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O

Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played

Like I was made by matell

But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male

I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman

For that are superior to handle by any male

Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show

And if you ask my producers that we fly and you know



(Chorus: repeat 2x, Ice Cube)

You can't play with my Yo-Yo

"Don't try to play me out, don't try to play me out"



[Verse 1]

My name is Yo-Yo, I'm not a ho

I like to flow so swift, its got to be a gift

So yo, let the beat lift, as I rip and rhyme

And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap

To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam

The earrings I wear are called dophins

Check the booty, yo its kinda soft and

If you touch, you livin in a coffin(word to mother)

I'm in the 90s, your still in the 80s right

I rock the mic, they say I'm not lady like

But I'ma lady, who will pull a stunt though

I kill suckas, and even hit the block

So what you wanna do?

Ya must play it wrong(ay yo)

Cause to me, you simply can't get none

You wetter, then a hotter ho in snow

Tell em Ice Cube,

(Ice Cube)

No, you can't play with my Yo-Yo

Suckas



(Chorus: 2x)



(Ice Cube)

Whats yo name baby?



[Verse 2]

Thats right, my name is Yo-Yo, but know I'm not a dunkin

As I rap, chilly chill bringin the funk and

I steal yo man, as if he was a hawk and

He'll call me baby, yo, or even pumpkin

I may be buttercup, or even Ms.Yo

We had dinner, and know we drinkin Cisco

Hit the slow jams, its gettin cosy

Your home alone, so now you gettin nosy

Your kinda young, so of course you had to call replace

Hang up in my face, its a sad case

So who ya man dippin the dollars, what

Yup, for puttin lipstick on his collar

At home, hes gotta listen to ya holla

But he'll slap a, and sock ya, so why bother?

But if you come knockin at my do'(ay yo)

I'll smoke you, tell em Ice

(Ice Cube)

You can't play wit my Yo-Yo, sucka



(Chorus: 2x)



(Ice Cube)

Fool, 1990 and stand sucka free, yeah

Tell em whats up



*Yo-Yo Rhyming Over Females Voice As She Did Earlier In The Song*

Yo, I hope you realize one day

That ya week is Monday threw Sunday

So listen to my Y-O, heres my bio

And next to me, ha, your not fly yo

Ya lack skills to be a woman thats black

Fake hair in the back, plus green contacts

Yo-Yo, is just tryna to stop ya

Because the world ain't a big soap opera

It only takes one punch to drop ya

And then the I.B.W.C. will come mob ya

But no, I'm not livin like that first

Although I pack, a real small gat in my purse(right, right)

But no, its not to cause corruptions

Just to fight back on the structions

Just thought you wanna know about the Y-O-Y-O

Yo, should I tell em Ice

(Ice Cube)

They know what time it is



(Chorus: 2x)

Body Count Lyrics
Featuring Ice-T] You know sometimes I sit at home, you know, and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree all your friends died of old age, But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately... SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP! Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world's insane
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(Ice Cube)

Yo-Yo, the brand new intelligent black lady

Stompin to the 90s!

For all y'all suckas

Aye Jinx, I knew they couldn't fade it

You Can't play wit my Yo-Yo



[Verse 3]

The simple to a methaphor,make someone to yell on

To keep it at a latest while they're yellin, "more, more!"

I am very versatile, changin my ways to diffrent styles

Knowledge is the key, expense is for my backround

Label me as a woman, and sometimes I feel imperior

Follow me on the hands of time, makes no man superior

Should we jam and take the stand, and disback all the

Men who know no more the slang, slang

And thinks wit his ding-a-ling?

I think its time that we defeat

And stand on our on two feet

If we wanna live wit justice and harmony

How many more rounds must I go

In order to let my people know

Times were hard, things have changed

"Don't try to play me out"



{*female singing*

Ladyyyyyyyy("don't try to play me out")

Yayyyy, yay hey("don't try to play me out)

Yay, yay, yay, yay