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



You don