(Chorus) That Yo Yo funk, that's what it is (You gotta put me on) (Damn Yo Yo) Givin' it to you (Oh Yeah) (Slam the D's on the Benzo, pancake by the gate)
(Verse 1) Because of my funk, niggas wanna wax me and tax me Got me feelin' uncomfortable like my Maxi People tend to ask me, Yo Yo is your shit ??? Smooth like a baby's ass, the kinda funk that make Lo-Lo's crass Smash up the street, stash on my heat Ridin' in my hood deep bumpin' battlecat's beats I'm on a regular, all on my celular phone Cause the fleas won't leave me alone Many high to the hips, that freak mamma shit lips Glossy, lookin' hella saucy and flossin' I got that vibe, hat cocked to the side Representing, ain't that right? You know me, I know you, you know the flavour I be bringin' A little funky song, can't you sing it, yeah...
(Chorus)
(Verse 2) Now fellas say my funk is the bomb I'm a beatiful black girl but my hair is blonde Very special like Hennasy And all the fly funky nigga rolls wanna freak with me It is I... Y-O-Y-O So fly, skirt to the thigh, am I... Flava so sweet you could eat You'd probably need a toothpick to pick out your teeth Because I told ya my flava was the bomb And now you got... flava on your tongue Left sprung, hung by one lady, nothing but a fly girl thing big baby Let it begin for the nine, feel Me and Ruff Dogg getting bent off Hen' It's all gravy so let the beat bump And get used to this Yo Yo Funk!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) Well it's Yo Yo, high as a missle And I just love a fistful of fuckin' c-notes And I'm glad I didn't grow to be no material ass chick To jock a young brother for his rich We bout to do this funk my way We bout to hit the higway sideways out the driveway It ain't no sense in playing games I roll with that true D-Funk, Battlecat's the name You know me, you know I'm mobbin' heads bobbin' That Yo Yo Funk'll keep 'em rockin' Fresh out the jam, looking hella trim Suit tight and right, hittin' the show tonight, yeah It ain't no sense in makin' faces Ain't no chick in the street takin' places, face it Don't stop the rock, keep it movin' Yo Yo's in the house with that ghetto style, keep groovin'
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(Verse 1) Because of my funk, niggas wanna wax me and tax me Got me feelin' uncomfortable like my Maxi People tend to ask me, Yo Yo is your shit ??? Smooth like a baby's ass, the kinda funk that make Lo-Lo's crass Smash up the street, stash on my heat Ridin' in my hood deep bumpin' battlecat's beats I'm on a regular, all on my celular phone Cause the fleas won't leave me alone Many high to the hips, that freak mamma shit lips Glossy, lookin' hella saucy and flossin' I got that vibe, hat cocked to the side Representing, ain't that right? You know me, I know you, you know the flavour I be bringin' A little funky song, can't you sing it, yeah...
(Chorus)
(Verse 2) Now fellas say my funk is the bomb I'm a beatiful black girl but my hair is blonde Very special like Hennasy And all the fly funky nigga rolls wanna freak with me It is I... Y-O-Y-O So fly, skirt to the thigh, am I... Flava so sweet you could eat You'd probably need a toothpick to pick out your teeth Because I told ya my flava was the bomb And now you got... flava on your tongue Left sprung, hung by one lady, nothing but a fly girl thing big baby Let it begin for the nine, feel Me and Ruff Dogg getting bent off Hen' It's all gravy so let the beat bump And get used to this Yo Yo Funk!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) Well it's Yo Yo, high as a missle And I just love a fistful of fuckin' c-notes And I'm glad I didn't grow to be no material ass chick To jock a young brother for his rich We bout to do this funk my way We bout to hit the higway sideways out the driveway It ain't no sense in playing games I roll with that true D-Funk, Battlecat's the name You know me, you know I'm mobbin' heads bobbin' That Yo Yo Funk'll keep 'em rockin' Fresh out the jam, looking hella trim Suit tight and right, hittin' the show tonight, yeah It ain't no sense in makin' faces Ain't no chick in the street takin' places, face it Don't stop the rock, keep it movin' Yo Yo's in the house with that ghetto style, keep groovin'
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