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yo yo – they shit don’t stink lyrics

you got to know what time it is on my homegirl yo-yo
trick–ss m-th-f-cka
yo, it’s on deck
nine-trey
and that’s how we doin this sh-t
yo, yo-yo, won’t you kick that sh-t…
flashlight, red light
we don’t like stop lights
all i wanna do is gizzo with the flizzo
wam-bam, i slam
fat–ss beats with the fat–ss lingo
i catch wreck with the fat–ss single
gettin them devils in headlocks
cause n-gg-, i’m blacker than your dreadlocks
and if you didn’t know, i got the chronic, too
i smoke the sh-t down to the residue
i fell off, but now i’m back
cause that ‘black pearl’ sh-t was wack
(let em know)
do you wanna go? (do what?)
with yo-yo? (do wha-diddy?)
do my thing, baby, but not in the bedroom
cause all you wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
punks spread out, i put the head out
and the lench mob crew’ll d-mn sure put the red out
this is dedicated to the one that won’t drink
cause they think they sh-t don’t stink
(sh-t, godd-mn)
(yo-yo is in the house, fool)
i slam
(yo-yo is on deck, punk)
i slam
i see your -ss sittin in the nailshop
when i walked in all h-ll dropped
loose, cause i’m in a deuce with the hard top
car drop, sittin on danas
no, i didn’t try to hide it
yup, b-tch, my man let me drive it
but you’re too cute to shoot the sh-t
with the girl makin hits
(really doe) turnin up your nose
but i heard you can suck a golf ball through a water hose
but don’t ask me, i tried to be nice

but you did say nothin
miss angel, girl, i know you’re frontin
‘why must you be like that?’
with your flat -ss along with your flat chest
got your back tied to a matress
undercover hoe, but you’re a good actress
yeah, i’m talkin to the girl in pink
that one that thinks her sh-t don’t stink
(i got sometin for the hoes that be schemin)
mister, mister sophisticated
you don’t get along with every girl you faded
met your -ss dancin at a club
you tried to rodeo-do with your rubber-dub-dub
you don’t like rap, but you like jazz
go on, girl, with your punk–ss
mister macka-frama-lama
wouldn’t bust a grape with a sledgehammer
and you look about as sweet as a lemon drop
try to act hard, just like a woman cop
i don’t think your drawers fit
and like michael j. you wanna keep it in the closet
but who cares that you wear lee nails
and act just like the females
saw you at the skating rink
stuck up as h-ll, like your sh-t don’t stink
trick–ss n-gg-, didn’t you know
(i slam)
(sh-t, godd-mn)
you’se a b-tch
(i slam)
yo, and that’s how it’s goin on
youknowmsayin
cause it’s on like donkey kong
to the break of m-th-f-ckin dawn
when yo-yo’s in the house
for you trick–ss n-gg-s out there
and you trick–ss b-tches out there
that’s how we doin it
yo, this ain’t that ‘black pearl’ sh-t
this’s some new sh-t
you better ask somebody to act like you know, m-th-f-cka
that’s how we doin it in the nine-trey

- yo yo lyrics

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