Tom Coyne - Truly Yours '98 lyrics

[Large Professor] This I dedicate to the girl I rate As a ten then again she was probably an eight Her a** was kinda phat so she moved me yo When I scoped out her mental was straight said let's roll Stared this shorty everynight and everyday On the rebound around left right and hey I'm a critical brother when it comes down to broads But this wop here is like the Grammy Awards Had style and grace and cla** a lot of taste On a slow dance we romance around my place Like a king from queens is how she made me feel And if I did dirt it was locked and sealed No doubt was all about me and my love thing If the phone called Paul I was lettin it ring Absolutely, she looped me the hook was good n***as buggin on me buggin in my neighbor hood Yeah boss, but on course is my game plan and Shorty wop keep me chillin with the name brand Kicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and tours Yeah you know who you is kid truly yours [Pete Rock] This I dedicate to the mixtapes I hate Exclusive sh** it really holds no weight Put ya sk**s on the plate backspin to eighty-eight Now this I dedicate to a girl I hate Try to post fly with ya Mabeline eye Sportin DKNY working on ya alibi Immitation at best Miss American Express Dismiss the charge, Kool G Rap and Large Pro Here to let you know were not the mens I'm through with you but still talk ta ya friends Don't stop to say hi or even reply The position is filled with fresh new material Keep ya head up, catch some black cat luck Sped off in my truck not givin a f** Lookin At My Front Door, it's locked and closed So I use the window for all you ninety-eight hoes [Kool G Rap] Ave yo go head hood rat I can't see where ya any good at Put that trash back on tha rack You a put back a stripper Just like a chicken peckin wherever wood at You sewer rat better be careful where you step ya foot at You might get snapped, caught in the trap Sneekin bout a cheese stack so sewer that and ease back You fleece that it's G Rap many cats wanna be that Better believe that iced up, find me where it's below zero degrees at Skis at see the G stack puffin on scarface and garcia vegas G Rap and Pete Rock we bond papers Both of us together we bomb makers bottles of Dom breakers Many mansions on farm acres pushin porsches with four doors Diamonds with no flaws with the pretty mamas On beaches of bahama shores Pinky ring is like a stone age without the dinosaurs Comin from me G Rap yo, truly yours