Givin’ It Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: Yo-Yo] Givin' it up…givin' it up [Verse 1: Yo-Yo] It's one of those days, up early in the morning Got a call from my homie saying she's got a hangover All night drinking, that 'gnac's got us woozy Stomach still bubbling up like a Jacuzzi Wish we had some plans, coulda planned for the beach Niggas that I know is gon' be flossin' in their hoopties Just like every crew you see hitting Crenshaw Street Gon' have their ass at Venice Beach this week So we get dressed about 2, call up the rest of the crew Plus backup, 'cause once they drink, you know how niggas act up [Chorus: Yo-Yo] Givin' it up…givin' it up [Verse 2: Yo-Yo] Sliding in, side to side, front and back and on racks Just like I thought, this muthafucka's packin' Looking like a car show, shit just shining Just a player hater but I'll damn sure date him Sounds coming out the woodwork, it's babes everywhere Just lampin' and chronic cramp nobody style Got the pimp Rolexes beaming like Scotty, child These niggas is wild at this beach party I got my posse in effect, just scoping Saying it's a shame, meet more women with game But my posse's deep and we're all sucka free As we walk the beach in our two-piece [Chorus: Yo-Yo] Givin' it up…givin' it up [Verse 3: Lil E] Smoking on that indo for your info Makes me get psycho, ten times badder than Michael Burying slugs in your mug I tug on the trigger once more to make sure you're lying in the mud Breaking fools down to their knees as they beg "please" From the duo, yo, the two O.G.'s My style is not sloppy, so copy Even though it's impossible to drop me, so jock me Before I had a ride, I used to kick out on Figuero' The khakis low, it wasn't slow for me to really bump a hoe '6-4's rolling, hitting switches for my bitches, yo Couldn't understand, had to get paid with the quickness, so I came up with a way to get paid, short as Minute Maid Laid in the cut for some days—UH! Yo-Yo said that the shit must be funky Come real, tear the shit up is what she told me My style is crazy phat, got a gat for who's all that For the simple fact, I pack what they ass lack [Chorus: Yo-Yo] Givin' it up…givin' it up [Outro: Prince Ital Joe] Give it up for Yo-Yo 'cause you're big and ready Top notch rapper of the Lench Mob posse A batty bwoy test and we bust with my gat Invade your life, invade your privacy Now, marked for dead, they all are marked for dead Marked for dead, me say you're marked for dead If you fuck with Yo-Yo, yes, you're marked for dead Gunshot in on your face, don't you lose respect [Chorus: Yo-Yo] Givin' it up…givin' it up