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[ VERSE 1 ]
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I'm rough, I kicks the stuff
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That make you wanna take a fat puff
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Of the chronic, I'm hooked on phonics
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I'm hooked on beats, I'm hooked on blunts, I knock out fronts
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And I'm bout as wicked as a wicked-ass witch from the west
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So you and Toto better know that it's Yo-Yo
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I'm cute, I loot, and if you dispute
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Ice Cube taught a nigga how to shoot
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Got mo' flavor than a lifesaver with a hole in the middle and
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Shit'll hit the fan
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If you don't let me get buckwild on the strap, eh
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I turn into Cleopatra
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Don't spend all day lookin for the third leg
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But I ain't too proud to beg
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Cause sometimes you gotta 'pump that hottie'
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Fool, you better ask somebody
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Ain't nobody tryin to look pretty, I gets busy
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(You better ask somebody)
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(Here we go, here we go)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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It's 93, Yo-Yo grew a little bit wiser
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(Still going) like an Energizer
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Heat mizer, cause I light the phillies
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Rich as the Beverly Hillbillies
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I know the time cause I clock the cash
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In raw-ass [???]
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I can get mad as a mean guy
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And on the other hand be sweet as a bean pie
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Microphone fiend, I never had a hoe flex
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But Shant? trick, get the Kotex
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Nappy-head hooker, don't got no ends
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Been wack every since Roxanne's Revenge
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Little dumb black girl
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How in the hell you gon' come and dis a black pearl?
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Now I gotta wetcha like John Gotti
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Hoe, I'm a damn pro, you better ask somebody
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Lookin for a 'soul brother straight from mecca'
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But niggas try to play me like Woody Woodpecker
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EdAd's, never needed knee pads, black
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So hit the road, jack
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Down with Tyson, hate Anita and Clarence
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Reportin to the devil like parents
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Ban rap, but still let the rock sell
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Fire up the cocktail
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Va-boom! Everyting blows up
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When black folks rose up
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Don't guess, yes, I blast your ass
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Sufferin succotash!
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L.A., New York, and my 'Motownphilly' friends
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We gotta turn these Boys II Men
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Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
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Fool, you better ask somebody
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[ Ice Cube: ]
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Yeah
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Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
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Givin a knock-out punch
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Street Knowledge, Ice Cube
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All that's in the house
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We in the house with my man QDIII
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And that's how we do it
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We got Bob behind the mutha-
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Hey, I'm out this mutha-
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Yo
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(Here we go, here we go)
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You Better Ask Somebody
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Yo Yo |