You Can't Play With My Yo-Yo

Yo Jinx man we gotta find somebody thats down for
Hers man
All these girls simple man who you think fit the
Category

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

No you can't play with my Yo-Yo

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 ya and sock ya so why bother
But if you come knockin at my do'(ay yo)
I'll smoke you tell em Ice
You can't play wit my Yo-Yo

Fool 1990 and stand sucka free yeah

Tell em whats up
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
They know what time it is

You Can't play wit my 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
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 womanist and sometimes I feel inferior
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
You Can't play wit my Yo-Yo

Don't try to play me out

Don't try to play me out