歌曲 | Truly Yours |
歌手 | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
专辑 | Road to the Riches |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williams | |
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'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 wanna 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 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, 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 dungaress, 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 kool 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...) |
zuo ci : Williams | |
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 drugdealing 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 tshirt 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 3d | |
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 selfrespect | |
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 wanna 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 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, 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 dungaress, 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 kool 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... |
zuò cí : Williams | |
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 drugdealing 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 tshirt 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 3d | |
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 selfrespect | |
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 wanna 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 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, 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 dungaress, 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 kool 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... |