- Little Brother The Yo-Yo 歌詞
- Little Brother
- (Intro - Big Pooh)
Yea, yo Tay (Phonte) man
Let me, let me put you onto something man
See Im tired of these girls, you know what Im saying
Trying to play a ***** 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
Lets talk about friends and define that
Lets talk about us never mind that
Lets talk about trust where your mind at
So you looking for a man wont find that
Had a good thing here lets 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
Yall know them ***** s that Im talkin bout
The ones that yall 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
Its time to bring the emcees on, Im sick of *****s lookin
***** trying to read poems and try to battle
Me with sandals and capries on, come on dog
Im about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this
So called black righteousness
Even though yall *****s might not cuss like me
At the end of the night yall just trying to **** like me
So whats the reason for the hating, *****s with dreads
Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
And Im cool with interracial dating, but I aint about
To hear no ****ing speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, thats why I cant ** ** with
Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
And deep down yall know that Im right, man **** Im bout
To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
My black queen
Dont know nan *****
(Chorus - Phonte)
Yo yo yo
yee yee yee yo yo
Yo yo yo
yee yee yee yo yo
*****s wanna come to my face
Cause Im 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
*****s wanna come to my face
**** that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate
Like this *** **
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