Truly Yours - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

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 
It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate 
So yo  go ahead swinger  I'm putting up my middle finger 
I'm not sad or mad  I don't feel anger 
You're 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 didn't think G. Rap was going that far 
I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off 
And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell off 
You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I would achieve 
Cause you had something up your sleve 
Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head 
Now you're 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 he's a big shot 
The only picture you got is his mug shot 
I'm on a label with well know singers in it 
Look, your man's 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 
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes 
Go ahead good looking, you can keep booking 
>From my recital I'll 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 
You're 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 he's a homo jimmy man!) 

Listen up money, or should I say honey? 
You're 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 wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend 
You're not a lady dear, you're 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 Levi's and even kneehighs 
Don't try to lie, sugar, I know why 
In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume 
Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons 
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