You Better Ask Somebody Yo-Yo (Ft. Ice Cube)

[Verse 1]
I'm rough, I kicks the stuff
That make you wanna take a fat puff
Of the chronic, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm hooked on beats, I'm hooked on blunts, I knock out fronts
And I'm bout as wicked as a wicked-ass witch from the west
So you and Toto better know that it's Yo-Yo
I'm cute, I loot, and if you dispute
Ice Cube taught a nigga how to shoot
Got mo' flavor than a lifesaver with a hole in the middle and
Shit'll hit the fan
If you don't let me get buckwild on the strap, uh
I turn into Cleopatra
Don't spend all day lookin for the third leg
But I ain't too proud to beg
Cause sometimes you gotta "pump that hottie"
Fool, you better ask somebody

("Ain't nobody tryin to look pretty, I gets busy")
(You better ask somebody)

(Here we go, here we go)

[Verse 2]
It's '93, Yo-Yo grew a little bit wiser
(Still going) like an Energizer
Heat Miser, cause I light the phillies
Rich as the Beverly Hillbillies
I know the time cause I clock the cash
In raw-ass diaper rash
I can get mad as a mean guy
And on the other hand be sweet as a bean pie
Microphone fiend, I never had a hoe flex
But Shanté, trick, get the Kotex
Nappy-head hooker, don't got no ends
Been wack every since Roxanne's Revenge
Little dumb black girl
How in the hell you gon' come and dis a Black Pearl?
"Now I gotta wet'cha" like John Gotti
Hoe, I'm a damn pro, you better ask somebody