I Got Played - Yo-Yo

Rollin' down 46th Street, lookin' for action

Saw this hella fly dude and you know I couldn’t pass him up

I said, «What's up, baby?

Your name Tommy?»

Sayin' to myself, «Now, who in the hell is Tommy, right?»

I mean, that smile, the way he walked was cool

I probably woulda called him Chuck if I had to

Just to get his attention, to get him over

'Cause as he stepped up I knew my eyes would take over

He said, «Ooh baby, are those your eyes?»

I batted them and smiled to make him think that I was shy

But yo, I got his number, and he got mine

He said, «Step out the car, let me see what it’s like»

I jostled a little, played with the steering wheel

Stepped out the car and put my butt in gear

I said, «Okay baby, now when you gonna call?»

He said, «Oh, I’ll be in touch, baby doll»

Not only did he call but he stayed in touch

I was beginnin' to think that I was liking him a little too much

I thought, «Okay, not the Y-O-Y-O»

Being hypnotized?

No, no, no

I gotta come back stronger than that before I get clowned

But if he didn’t like me, yo, he wouldn’t be around

I thought about it, went to sleep on it, woke up thinkin' about it

Maybe he’s huntin' rabbits, and I don’t know about it

We chitted and we chatted, talked about this and that

The next day at 4:30, he was waitin' in his 'Lac

Oh, of course he was on time but I was a little bit slow

I had to fix my braids but I was still on the go

Bustin' out my house door lookin' for this gray 'Lac

This guy had boned out but he came right back

But uh, getting back to the other side

About this hell of a freak and how he was so fly

He ran it down to me how he needed a girl

To, uh, massage his back and run the fingers through his curl

Since I go for what I know, I went on and played the role

But trick, this ain’t the end, there’s something I ain’t told

What’s up, Yo-Yo?

What’s up with baby in the 'Lac?

Ah, things didn’t work as planned

What?

You didn’t let him knock it, did you?

Hot diggity damn bam, man, I’m mad

Gave up that ass and now my number’s in the trash

I met him about a month ago — okay, a week ago

Thought I’d get in because he had a little ends

I talked to my homies, they said, «Give him the whip appeal»

Gave it all up and shoulda kept my shit sealed

I likeded this guy, don’t get me wrong about the song

That convertible Caddy he was rollin' was on

My body was tight, and everything was alright

Plus, if he did trash my number, he’ll remember that night

It went on and on and on and on until I yelled «STOP!»

He was hittin' my weak spot

Goin' at it like a habit, had me peeing like a rabbit

Turnin', turn my shit up, and you know, I had to grab it

It lasted real long, I guess the feeling was strong

As I gently scratched his back, I heard the sound of the moan

Grabbin' and feelin' and let my body squeal and

Gave a little extra, make him feel like a real man

Feelin' it all as he dug a little deeper

Tryin' ways to get him sprung so I could keep him

Got up, jumped in the shower about an hour

Baby said he was ghost, he was supposed to meet his father

What an excuse, he coulda came with something better than that

I thought my lovin' was stronger than that

I had the wiggle in my walk and the giggle in my talk

I guess it all adds up: I got played