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...)
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