LL Cool J - Dear Yvette Lyrics
Verse 1Yo yvette, theres a lot of rumours goin aroundTheyre so bad, baby you might have to skip townSee somethings smellin fishy and they say its youAll I know is that you made it with the whole damn crewThey say youre a man-eater during the full moonMascot of the senior boys locker roomThey said yvette walked in, there wasnt too much rapHer reputation got bigger, and so did her gapCuz girl your momma shoulda taught you betterImma sit down and write you a long letter.ChorusDear yvette x4Verse 2Im glad you aint my sister, then again if you wasId have to treat you like you was my distant cuzIm not a news reporter, I dont mean to assumeWhat should I think? I seen ya comin out the mens bathroomYou wasnt in there alone, wasnt usin the phoneThe door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was moan.Repeat chorusVerse 3I dont really know if the story is soI can either ask curly, or larry or moeOr earl, shabazz, lou, mookie or joeLike santa claus said, youre a ho-ho-hoIn every disco you say helloLike youre a little angel, but we all knowSince you was eleven you been actin this wayYou always got in bed when you wanted to playYoure a freak, you think youre lady godivaSome freaks are live, but yvette youre liver.Repeat chorusVerse 4Youre a back-seat queen, a elevator proA high-powered body makes your levis growSee the stories Ive heard, they could amazeI heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the daysSo calm down freak, get a g.e.d.Thats a general education on decencyOne day youll see, and agree with meUnless youre gonna be a freak until youre 93For you theres no fee, everything is freeThis is from me to you, not you to meEvery night is your night, your leather pants are tightYou try to shake your butt with all your mightI dont really wanna dis nobodyYou might think I had a little too much bacardiBut thats not the problem, the problems yvetteHow bad can a girls reputation get?See shes the kinda girl all the homeboys metIf youre desparate ask yvette, cuz shell say bet.Repeat chorusVerse 5B-boys are hard on the boulevardThe reverend at the church said you was barredHomeboys on the block love you a lotYoure a real famous freak whether you like it or notSo before you start walking and your beak starts squawkinLet me explain to you who is talkinIm l.l. cool j from around the wayYou boogie down to my records almost every dayGo a hundred miles an hour when youre standin stillYoure faster than my caddy when its goin downhillWont forget that day in the y.m.c.a.The guy at the desk said it was okFor you to come inside cuz he knew youd stayGreg g. and garfield yelled hoorayRepeat chorus x2
