Put a Lid on It - Yo-Yo

A lot of my homegirls are startin' old

And after a while, a sad story is told

And then nine months later, you feel the flex

When you go from Barbie dolls straight to sex

Now, sex is wonderful and all that

As long as you make sure you don’t come up fat

'Cause if you get pregnant, that ain’t cool

And if you do it too much, you’ll be known as a garden tool

A lot of guys just wanna screw ya

And after that, they’ll play like they never knew ya

Don’t get me wrong, they ain’t all the same

But most of them play the same game

I’m who they wanna get, and who they got

But right about now all the girls are taught by Yo-Yo (Get 'em)

'Cause all he wanna get is you between the sheets

But yo, put a lid on it

Listen, 'cause the pressure might get a little heavy

If you don’t want to, tell him you ain’t ready (Yeah)

But if he stays on you, tryin' to get his rep up (What's up, baby?)

Deck up and tell the sucker just step off

But if he don’t understand, get you another man

That’s truly down with the program

You tell him you’re pregnant (What?), he might leave ya

Or come up with a sad case of amnesia (Ayo, it ain’t mine)

Yo, I think that’s a sign that your homeboy don’t know the time

So to keep from getting pregnant, and keep respect, huh

Jimmy hats are in effect (Right)

It protects, but that’s another section

Of the knowledge we kick in the girls' direction

Yo-Yo, huh, has got a bid on it

Homegirls in the house, put a lid on it

There’s a girl in my hood’s got a big rep

'Cause she wasn’t like me and watched her every step

She got skeezed and she’s talkin' 'bout how good it felt

Now you have a stomach that sit-ups won’t even help

While he was shovin', he wasn’t lovin'

Next thing you know, you got a bun in the oven, baby

Or maybe you a ho, or you didn’t know

About protection in the store in the drug section

You didn’t like

So why’d you let him screw you, 'cause he had a lot of gold on?

He just humped and dumped, you’re feeling like a chump

As he jumped bail, you continue to swell, though

You shoulda picked a better fellow that’s mellow

Now you think you’re cute, fat butt shaking like Jell-O

I say hello, but it’s a shame

You already got two babies, girl, please (Damn)

Put a lid on it

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And if you can’t decipher that, put a lid on it