You Better Ask Somebody

[ 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, eh



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 mizer, cause I light the phillies



Rich as the Beverly Hillbillies



I know the time cause I clock the cash



In raw-ass [???]



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 wetcha like John Gotti



Hoe, I'm a damn pro, you better ask somebody







[ VERSE 3 ]



Lookin for a 'soul brother straight from mecca'



But niggas try to play me like Woody Woodpecker



EdAd's, never needed knee pads, black



So hit the road, jack



Down with Tyson, hate Anita and Clarence



Reportin to the devil like parents



Ban rap, but still let the rock sell



Fire up the cocktail



Va-boom! Everyting blows up



When black folks rose up



Don't guess, yes, I blast your ass



Sufferin succotash!



L.A., New York, and my 'Motownphilly' friends



We gotta turn these Boys II Men



Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty



Fool, you better ask somebody







[ Ice Cube: ]



Yeah



Yo-Yo, 199-Trey



Givin a knock-out punch



Street Knowledge, Ice Cube



All that's in the house



We in the house with my man QDIII



And that's how we do it



We got Bob behind the mutha-



Hey, I'm out this mutha-



Yo



(Here we go, here we go)