Yo, Jinx, man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man. All these girls sippin', man. Who you think fit the category? Category. Category. Category. Category. Category. Category. My name is Yo-Yo. I'm not a one-wha. I like to flow so swift. It's got to be a gift, so yo, let the beat lift. As I rip and rhyme and rap and slap all the girls who can't adapt to the fact I hit the 8-bar often. The earrings I wear are corduroy fit. Check the booty, yo, it's kind of soft, and if you touch it, you're livin' in a coffin. I'm in the 90s, you're still in the 80s, right? I rock the mic, they say I'm not ladylike, but I'm a lady. But we don't pull a stunt, though. I kill suckers and even hit the block so white, you wanna do, you must bite. It's real. Cuz to me, you simply can't get none. You're wetter, a little hotter, and it's not tellin' why it's you. No, you can't play with my Yo-Yo. Don't try to play me out. Don't try to play me out. Suck it up. Don't try to play me out. You can't play with my Yo-Yo. Don't try to play me out. Don't try to play me out. Hey, yo. Don't try to play me out. Don't try to play me out. That's right, my name is Yo-Yo, but no, I'm not a drunken. As I rap, chili chip ring in the funkin'. I steal your man, that's if he is a hawkin'. He'll call me baby yo, or even funkin'. I maybe brought a cup, or even this show. We had dinner, and now we drinkin' Cisco. Hit the slow jams, it's gettin' cozy. You're home alone, so now you gettin' nosy. You're kinda young, so of course you had to call a place. Hang up in my face, it's a sad case of who your man's givin' the dollar. What if I put lipstick on his collar? At home, he's gotta listen to your holler. But he'll slap you and talk ya, so why bother? But if you come knockin' at my door, I'll smoke you, tell her I did. You can't play with my Yo-Yo. Don't try to play me out. Don't try to play me out. Get out, fool. 1990s, stay and suck it. Don't try to play me out. Tell him what's up. Yo, I hope you realize one day that your week is Monday through Sunday. So listen to my why, yo. Here's my why, yo. You're next to me, huh, you're not fly, yo. You lack the skills to be a woman that's black. Fake hair in the back, plus green contacts. Yo, yo, it's just tryin' to stop ya. Because the world ain't a big soap opera. It only takes one punch to drop ya. And then the I be love, you see it come off ya. But no, I'm not livin' like that at first. Although I passed a real small gap in my first. But no, it's not to cause corrections. Just to fight back on destruction. Just thought you'd wanna know about the why, yo. Why, yo, yo. Should I tell him, I ain't? They know what time it is. Yeah. I thought you'd try to play me out. Don't try to play me out. Get out, fool. You can't play with my Yo-Yo. The brand new, intelligent, black lady. Stoned to the 90s for all y'all suckers. Hey, G's, I knew they couldn't fade. Don't try to play me out. Don't try to play me out. I'm a real man with a Yo-Yo. Make someone to yell, or go keep it at a level to where they're yellin' more and more. I am very versatile. Changing my ways to different styles. Knowledge is the key. Experience is for my background. Label me as a woman. Sometimes I feel inferior. Probably like all the heads of times. Makes a man superior. Should we dare to take a stand against black? All the men who know no more what slur is like. And thinks what it's yelling at. I think it's time that we all just keep our center in our own two feet. If we wanna live with justice and harmony. People hours must I go in order to let my people know. Time before I leave the chain. You can't play with my Yo-Yo. Yo-Yo. Yo-Yo. Yo-Yo. Don't try to play me out. Don't try to play me out.