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