Pete Rock - Truly Yours '98 Lyrics
This I dedicate to the girl I rateAs a ten then again she was probably an eightHer ass was kinda phat so she moved me yoWhen I scoped out her mental was straight said lets rollStared this shorty everynight and everydayOn the rebound around left right and heyIm a critical brother when it comes down to broadsBut this wop here is like the grammy awardsHad style and grace and class a lot of tasteOn a slow dance we romance around my placeLike a king from queens is how she made me feelAnd if I did dirt it was locked and sealedNo doubt was all about me and my love thingIf the phone called paul I was lettin it ringAbsolutely, she looped me the hook was goodNiggaz buggin on me buggin in my neighbor hoodYeah boss, but on course is my game plan andShorty wop keep me chillin with the name brandKicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and toursYeah you know who you is kid truly yoursThis I dedicate to the mixtapes I hateExclusive shit it really holds no weightPut ya skills on the plate backspin to eighty-eightNow this I dedicate to a girl I hateTry to post fly with ya mabeline eyeSportin dkny working on ya alibiImmitation at best miss american expressDismiss the charge, kool g rap and large proHere to let you know were not the mensIm through with you but still talk ta ya friendsDont stop to say hi or even replyThe position is filled with fresh new materialKeep ya head up, catch some black cat luckSped off in my truck not givin a *****Lookin at my front door, its locked and closedSo I use the window for all you ninety-eight hoesAve yo go head hood ratI cant see where ya any good atPut that trash back on tha rackYou a put back a stripperJust like a chicken peckin wherever wood atYou sewer rat better be careful where you step ya foot atYou might get snapped, caught in the trapSneekin bout a cheese stack so sewer that and ease backYou fleece that its g rap many cats wanna be thatBetter believe that iced up, find me where its below zero degrees atSkis at see the g stack puffin on scarface and garcia vegasG rap and pete rock we bond papersBoth of us together we bomb makers bottles of dom breakersMany mansions on farm acres pushin porsches with four doorsDiamonds with no flaws with the pretty mamasOn beaches of bahama shoresPinky ring is like a stone age without the dinosaursComin from me g rap yo, truly yours
