The Yo-Yo (Remix)

[Rapper Big Pooh] Yeah, yo 'Te man Let me, let me, let me put you onto somethin man, yaknahmsayin? I'm tired of the-these girls, yaknahmsayin? They tryna play a nigga for the herb, yaknahmsayin? Then they find out you emcee And they wanna be all up in your videos and shit, yaknahmsayin? I know this one chick, let me tell you, let me tell you what I told her 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 lookin 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 Spittin all in my ear, which you liked, who Tickled your fancy, who you would invite to Be yours, I penned verses, quote verses With purpose, so nervous I wrote urges, I spoke shy, you spoke lie We spoke by, up until this year When I saw you, you saw me, we walked on by Till you found out I emcee, now you on it like... [Hook: Phonte] + {Girl's voice} Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Y-y-y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo {Why you all up in face like... Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Y-y-y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo...} [Phonte] Yeah, yeah, OK, alright Y'all know them niggas that I'm talkin bout The ones that y'all be seein 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 looking bitch trying to read poems Then try to battle me with sandals and capris on - come on dog I'm bout to get hyped with this, shed some light to this So-called black righteousness Even though y'all niggas might not cuss like me End of the night, y'all just tryna fuck like me So what's the reason for the hatin? - Niggas with dreads Callin they self Gods with white girls named Caitlin And I'm cool with interracial datin But I ain't about to hear no fuckin speeches cause I wanna have some bacon I rock and swerve - that's why I can't fuck with coffee houses man Get off my goddamn nerves And deep down y'all 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" [Hook 2: Phonte] Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Niggas wanna come in face Mad cause I'm makin moves and they runnin their place And my face like... Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Yo-yo, yo, y-y-y-y-yo, yo Niggas wanna come in my face Fuck that tofu, I need a pork chop on my plate Like this nigga... "This is a Nicolay remix"