paroles de chanson The Yo-Yo - Little Brother
(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
1 Morning
2 Groupie, Pt. 2
3 For You
4 Speed
5 Whatever You Say
6 Make Me Hot
7 The Yo-Yo
8 Shorty On the Lookout
9 Love Joint Revisited
10 So Fabulous
11 The Way You Do It
12 Roy Lee, Producer Extraordinaire
13 The Getup
14 Away From Me
15 Nobody But You
16 Home
17 NIghttime Maneuvers
18 The Listening
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