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[Ice Cube:] You got to know what time it is on my homegirl Yo-Yo Trick-ass muthafucka Yo, it's on deck Nine-Trey And that's how we doin this shit Yo, Yo-Yo, won't you kick that shit... [VERSE 1] Flashlight, red light We don't like stop lights All I wanna do is gizzo with the flizzo Wam-bam, I slam Fat-ass beats with the fat-ass lingo I catch wreck with the fat-ass single Gettin them devils in headlocks Cause nigga, I'm blacker than your dreadlocks And if you didn't know, I got the chronic, too I smoke the shit down to the residue I fell off, but now I'm back Cause that 'Black Pearl' shit 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 Letras de cancionesPunks spread out, I put the head out And the Lench Mob crew'll damn sure put the red out This is dedicated to the one that won't drink Cause they think they shit don't stink (Shit, goddamn) (Yo-Yo is in the house, fool) I slam (Yo-Yo is on deck, punk) I slam [VERSE 2] I see your ass sittin in the nailshop When I walked in all hell 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, bitch, my man let me drive it But you're too cute to shoot the shit 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 Trick, I even spoke twice But you did say nothin Miss Angel, girl, I know you're frontin 'Why must you be like that?' With your flat ass 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 shit don't stink [B-Real] (I got sometin for the hoes that be schemin) [VERSE 3] Mister, Mister Sophisticated You don't get along with every girl you faded Met your ass 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-ass 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 hell, like your shit don't stink [Ice Cube:] Trick-ass nigga, didn't you know (I slam) (Shit, goddamn) You'se a bitch (I slam) Yo, and that's how it's goin on Youknowmsayin Cause it's on like Donkey Kong To the break of muthafuckin dawn When Yo-Yo's in the house For you trick-ass niggas out there And you trick-ass bitches out there That's how we doin it Yo, this ain't that 'Black Pearl' shit This's some new shit You better ask somebody to act like you know, muthafucka That's how we doin it in the nine-trey From Letras Mania