Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Truly Yours Lyrics
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 hateIts a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plateSo yo, go ahead swinger, Im putting up my middle fingerIm not sad or mad, I dont feel angerYoure 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 didnt think g. rap was going that farIm here to tell of, because you thought I fell offAnd now if youre riding the tip, just get the hell offYou wanted to leave because you didnt believe that I would achieveCause you had something up your slevePerhaps you might have thought Im a dreamer with a fat headNow youre 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 hes a big shotThe only picture you got is his mug shotIm on a label with well know singers in itLook, your mans 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 bluesHeres a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoesGo ahead good looking, you can keep booking>from my recital Ill 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 dickYoure 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 hes a homo jimmy man!)Listen up money, or should I say honey?Youre 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 missyNight 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 wouldnt be his friend if his knees didnt bendYoure not a lady dear, youre 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 levis and even kneehighsDont try to lie, sugar, I know whyIn the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfumeStuffing your t-shirt with two balloonsYou dont think about the opposite sex at allInstead of sugar walls, youd rather have a ballWay back in the days, you was as big as a cowBut look at you now, at jams you say owA sex disease was a common as tbBut gays today get vd in 3-dAnd that is called aids in case you didnt knowAnd the only blow Im 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 youve hadSo remember when youre putting someone else in checkGo to the wizard of oz and get some self-respectWont say no names, it might leave a permanent scarI dont have to go that far, you know who you areAnd if you dont, then everybody else doesCause all the fellas be telling me how good you wasI cant accept a girl with a ruined repIm 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 hes getting kinda tinyAnd you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by meAnd in a year, Ill bet youll be on welfareDont cry for help dear, you put yourself thereThe way it looks, youll 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, youre living in a crack bottleSo when youre begging on your knees because Im clocking gsYoull be in zero degrees getting processed cheeseWearing dungaress, yo baby I dont need a girl with broken handsCause his mans a woman beaterSo when you get sores, from giving up drawersRemember kool g rap said truly yoursYo, I dont even know why you tried to play me honeyNow Im down with warner brothers getting bugs bunny money(word, now you wild females know how g rap lives...)
