Cleopatra Paroles

Yo-Yo, better known as Cleopatra
And when shit gets mental
In South Central
Please, could you bust the instrumental?
Givin you a migrane
Is it a bird or a plane or Soul Train?
Funky like Coltrane
Never do the same-old thing
Swoop down to the rescue
Girl, don't be no fool
Cause it's cool to be in love with a brother
But nigga, make sure you wear a glove when you love her
Cause you'll fall flat, and ain't none of that poppin
Ain't no panties droppin, ain't no hoe-hoppin
And homeboys, you need help too
Forget the red and the blue, what the hell's up with you?
You and your crew rather shoot me down when I come around
Now the sheriff's got your ass countied down
Gettin they clown on, got you in the backseat
Cause you claimed the other man and street I see a lot of brothers gettin arrested
Cause my neighborhood's infested
With the crack and the cocaine
Who's the mack with the no-name?
Is it Bush or Quayle
See, somethin smell fishy
And it ain't Miss Pretty
Who lives up the block
A pussy full of cock
8 months knocked, and still hits the rock
Had a baby that's addicted to crack
Dumb trick, you can get a smack for that
I don't defend no girl that's dumb
I don't like no brothers tryin to get none
Cause no, no, no, you're not humpin me
I'm not dumb like Prissy on '3's Company'
I know how to catch a male
And not watchin those shows called _Sally Jesse Raphael_
Intelligent black woman
With the plats, and I'm black
Get off my bra-strap

[VERSE 3]
I hate a young brother that's sexist
Cause they got a Lexus
But I'm large as Texas
Say what I gotta say, do what I gotta do
Rollin with the IBWC crew
Now they trollin me to
Do another song like 'You Can't Play With My Yo-Yo'
Don't they know that was done before?
I checked it, wrecked it
Never butt-naked
Down with the Lench Mob, but wait a second
'Mama didn't take no mess' when I was a kid
And thank God that she never did
Cause I figure I'd be bigger in the front
Waitin for a check every month
Watchin _All My Children_, livin in a motel
With all my real children, all bad as hell
Life is great when you ain't Section 8
But if you are, keep strivin, livin and survivin
Do the right thing, and no one could match ya
And that's from Cleopatra