Letra Truly yours Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

Truly yours

Yeah here we go, just go with the flow
I wanna say something about this girl I know
She tried to play me out, though, check it out

This I dedicate to the girl I hate
Its a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
So yo, go ahead swinger, Im putting up my middle finger
Im not sad or mad, I dont feel anger
Youre not all that fly trying to play the role
I had girls that looked better on the hoe stroll
Working night patrol, you know what I mean?
I get cash and still wear jordache jeans
You thought your drug-dealing man was much better
Because he always came and got you in a plush jetta
Or an audi, a benz, or a jaguar
You didnt think g. rap was going that far
Im here to tell of, because you thought I fell off
And now if youre riding the tip, just get the hell off
You wanted to leave because you didnt believe that I would achieve
Cause you had something up your sleve
Perhaps you might have thought Im a dreamer with a fat head
Now youre stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it
The only record your man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because hes a big shot
The only picture you got is his mug shot
Im on a label with well know singers in it
Look, your mans getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues
Heres a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
Go ahead good looking, you can keep booking
>from my recital Ill never get my title tooken
So 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 dick
Youre more quick than a chick from a porno flick
While 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 bunny
Fingernails filed, your hair is styled
And the gear that you wear looks hot and wild
Everybody 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 rights
I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight
With men, and len, your real close friend
But you wouldnt be his friend if his knees didnt bend
Youre not a lady dear, youre a square and a queer
Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in your ear
Running in cars, hanging out in bars
Winking your eyes to guys that wear bras
Skintight levis and even kneehighs
Dont try to lie, sugar, I know why
In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume
Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons
You dont think about the opposite sex at all
Instead of sugar walls, youd rather have a ball
Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
But look at you now, at jams you say ow
A sex disease was a common as tb
But gays today get vd in 3-d
And that is called aids in case you didnt know
And the only blow Im giving is this knockout blow
Switching 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 pad
And try and write down the numbers of the men youve had
So remember when youre putting someone else in check
Go to the wizard of oz and get some self-respect
Wont say no names, it might leave a permanent scar
I dont have to go that far, you know who you are
And if you dont, then everybody else does
Cause all the fellas be telling me how good you was
I cant accept a girl with a ruined rep
Im like a chef, I just cook up the stew and step
Off with her clothes, like moby dick, there she blows
She wanna throw like the girls from the peep shows
Your man was large, but now hes getting kinda tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, Ill bet youll be on welfare
Dont cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks, youll end up in playboy books
While your man is in manhattan snatching pocket books
Bugging and mugging with a big 12 guage
Starving so bad I can see his ribcage
Yo, you used to tell me all the time that you would be a model
Later in life, youre living in a crack bottle
So when youre begging on your knees because Im clocking gs
Youll be in zero degrees getting processed cheese
Wearing dungaress, yo baby I dont need a girl with broken hands
Cause his mans a woman beater
So when you get sores, from giving up drawers
Remember kool g rap said truly yours

Yo, I dont even know why you tried to play me honey
Now Im down with warner brothers getting bugs bunny money
(word, now you wild females know how g rap lives...)