Lyrics:
(Chorus: 2x)
(Ice Cube)
what's yo name baby?
[Verse 2]
that's right, my name is Yo-Yo, but know I'm not a dunkin
As I rap, chilly chill bringin
(Chorus: 2x)
(Ice Cube)
what's yo name baby?
[Verse 2]
that's right, my name is Yo-Yo, but know I'm not a dunkin
As I rap, chilly chill bringin
ya'll bitches
What else
No condom raw dog ya'll bitches
That's your baby mom
Damn
That's fucked up
But really though that ain't none of my business
Uh uh
ya’ll bitches
What else
No condom raw dog ya’ll bitches
That’s your baby mom
Damn
That’s fucked up
But really though that ain’t none of my business
Uh uh
debutantes
Keepin' a legacy goin' by flowin' so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin' what we been sowin' like a seamstress
Now listen
consignment give me a headache
My baby momma, give me a headache
Looking through this fog, give me a headache
Talking to you shaw, give me a headache
Wake up in
One hitters, blunt splitters
We've been smoking cause I had you niggas suffocating
I'm styling yo, my outfit got em double-taking
You tell me what's
you
I'm your 1990's baby
But you still keep me young
First trip we took
We went to Mexico for a month
I'd go anywhere
cS long as you were there
1990s oh oh
Watch out for my people its a boatload
Ima carry my people thru a foot of snow
OGs keep on dissin its ok tho
Got a be consistent wit the work
clear
There's two sides to every Story
And that life 1990's babies Don't have to adhere
Thank God our situation is Not that severe
I'm talking about
uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
And if you ask my producers that we
and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon
and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch
Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't
if you think it comes from only big bearded men
Just recall the setting of Weaver in Ruby Ridge when
Mother of three holding her baby shot in the head
down, she said
She knew every band
She was the biggest kind of fan
I had an autographed picture by my bed
Oh and Grandma said Aunt Bobbie
Was always
the very best decade on this earth!
1990s, baby! The year that my mommy made me!
And I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
No i played Nintendo daily, my
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
consignment give me a headache
My baby momma, give me a headache
Looking through this fog, give me a headache
Talking to you shaw, give me a headache
Wake up in
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller
"The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance
or the other what it gotta be
Tell me why my momma gotta lie to me
Unity for everyone that lied to me
Peace on earth what I try to be
I just wanna spread
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
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