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Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

Truly Yours

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Текст песни Kool G Rap and DJ Polo - Truly Yours

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Yeah here we go, just go with the flowI wanna say something about this girl I knowShe tried to play me out, though, check it outThis I dedicate to the girl I hateIt`s a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plateSo yo, go ahead swinger, I`m putting up my middle fingerI`m not sad or mad, I don`t feel angerYou`re not all that fly trying to play the roleI had girls that looked better on the hoe strollWorking night patrol, you know what I mean?I get cash and still wear Jordache jeansYou thought your drug-dealing man was much betterBecause he always came and got you in a plush JettaOr an Audi, a Benz, or a JaguarYou didn`t think G. Rap was going that farI`m here to tell of, because you thought I fell offAnd now if you`re riding the tip, just get the hell offYou wanted to leave because you didn`t believe that I would achieveCause you had something up your slevePerhaps you might have thought I`m a dreamer with a fat headNow you`re stuck with a baby from a crack headCome to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck itThe only record your man got is a jail recordI know you like him a lot because he`s a big shotThe only picture you got is his mug shotI`m on a label with well know singers in itLook, your man`s getting booked and fingerprintedPolo drives a Benz from state to staeBy the way, guess who made his license platesThought I was finished, down, going through the bluesHere`s a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoesGo ahead good looking, you can keep booking>From my recital I`ll never get my title tookenSo you got a little 9 to 5, so what?What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts?You look slick, but you know every Tom and DickYou`re more quick than a chick from a porno flickWhile you scrub floors, I go on tours>From me, G Rap, yo, truly yours(Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard he`s a homo jimmy man!)Listen up money, or should I say honey?You`re looking more sweeter than a Playboy bunnyFingernails filed, your hair is styledAnd the gear that you wear looks hot and wildEverybody says is he, some kind of sissy?Your name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy"Night or day lights, you fall for the gay rightsI thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fightWith men, and Len, your real close friendBut you wouldn`t be his friend if his knees didn`t bendYou`re not a lady dear, you`re a square and a queerBerrettes in your hair, bamboo in your earRunning in cars, hanging out in barsWinking your eyes to guys that wear brasSkintight Levi`s and even kneehighsDon`t try to lie, sugar, I know whyIn the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfumeStuffing your t-shirt with two balloonsYou don`t think about the opposite sex at allInstead of sugar walls, you`d rather have a ballWay back in the days, you was as big as a cowBut look at you now, at jams you say "ow"A sex disease was a common as TBBut gays today get VD in 3-DAnd that is called AIDS in case you didn`t knowAnd the only blow I`m giving is this knockout blowSwitching with your bandana looking like Diana Ross>From me G Rap, yo, truly yours(Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man)Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and padAnd try and write down the numbers of the men you`ve hadSo remember when you`re putting someone else in checkGo to the Wizard of Oz and get some self-respectWon`t say no names, it might leave a permanent scarI don`t have to go that far, you know who you areAnd if you don`t, then everybody else doesCause all the fellas be telling me how good you wasI can`t accept a girl with a ruined repI`m like a chef, I just cook up the stew and stepOff with her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she blowsShe wanna throw like the girls from the peep showsYour man was large, but now he`s getting kinda tinyAnd you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by meAnd in a year, I`ll bet you`ll be on welfareDon`t cry for help dear, you put yourself thereThe way it looks, you`ll end up in Playboy booksWhile your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket booksBugging and mugging with a big 12 guageStarving so bad I can see his ribcageYo, you used to tell me all the time that you would be a modelLater in life, you`re living in a crack bottleSo when you`re begging on your knees because I`m clocking G`sYou`ll be in zero degrees getting processed cheeseWearing Dungaress, yo baby I don`t need a girl with broken handsCause his man`s a woman beaterSo when you get sores, from giving up drawersRemember Kool G Rap said "Truly Yours"Yo, I don`t even know why you tried to play me honey Now I`m down with Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money(Word, now you wild females know how G rap lives...)

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