Wasup JoJo - Lil B

1 to the 2, 3 to the 6

Back on the mic and I’m down to represent

It’s the master of disaster, not a slave master

I own my own masters so I’m a real rapper

Bout to curl up with my love from below

From the west coast so I never love a hoe

Your girl came to me, and guess what I said

I don’t want no broke hoes in my bed

If you’re ridin' on BART and you’re sittin' on the bus

This the new sound so you need to buckle up

If you get rough then go ahead and knuckle up

Ridin' around town, turn your speakers up

Riding on your boat, or mowing on your lawn

They all start to dance when they hear this song

I said a hip to the hop, a hop to the hip

Or just break it down when you hear this shit

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Sere-din-dipity, got a girl named Tiffany

I don’t like broke hoes, so money she be giving me

She be tryin' to love me, rub me, kiss me

I’m lookin' for a wifey and you just switched me

If you didn’t know, now it’s not a mystery

Backstage VIP and titty girls kissin' me

I can’t have it all but I get the most

Wise man said you put butter on the toast

I could roll in the Tesla or ride in the Honda

It really don’t matter, cause I’m the one driving

Bumpin' up the funk step like a wild monster

Keep your hair tied if you wanna see the youngster

Rapper and producer, now I’m gettin' used to

All the cold stares like they’re looking at Medusa

And hip hop back, so keep a contact

Signed and seal rap, and put in the back

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo

Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo