Truly Yours

by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo is a hip-hop duo consisting of rapper Kool G Rap and DJ Polo. They gained prominence in the late 1980s and early 1990s with their innovative storytelling rhymes and gritty lyricism. Kool G Rap's intricate wordplay and vivid descriptions, combined with DJ Polo's skillful product…

Year: 2013

Yeah here we go just go with the flow 
I want to 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 want to 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 
Barrettes 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 knee highs 
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't think about the opposite sex at all 
Instead of sugar walls, you'd 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 didn't know 
And the only blow I'm 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 you've had 
So remember when you're putting someone else in check 
Go to the Wizard of Oz and get some self-respect 
Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent scar 
I don't have to go that far, you know who you are 
And if you don't, then everybody else does 
'Cause all the fellas be telling me how good you was 
I can't accept a girl with a ruined rep 
I'm like a chef, I just cook up the stew and step 
Off with her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she blows 
She want to throw like the girls from the peep shows 
Your man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny 
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me 
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare 
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there 
The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy books 
While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books 
Bugging and mugging with a big 12 gauge 
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, you're living in a crack bottle 
So when you're begging on your knees because I'm clocking G's 
You'll be in zero degrees getting processed cheese 
Wearing dungares, yo baby I don't need a girl with broken hands 
'Cause his man's a woman beater 
So when you get sores, from giving up drawers 
Remember cool 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...)