Truly Yours ’98

Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] Yeah Uhh Yeah Yeah Yeah, here we go Here we go, baby Let's go with the flow (Mmhm) Check out the trio (Word) Pete Rock and Large Pro, G Rap [Verse 1: Large Professor] Yo, this I dedicate to the girl I rate As a ten, then again, she was probably a eight Her ass was kinda phat, so she moved me, yo When I scoped out her mental, was straight, said "Let's roll" Started seein' this shorty every night 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 class, a lot of taste On a slow dance, we romanced 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 Niggas buggin' on me buggin' in my neighborhood Yeah, boss, but on course is my game plan Shorty wop keep me chillin' with the name-brand Kicks and whips, goin' all out — chicks, flicks and tours Yeah, you know who you is, kid, truly yours! [Interlude: Pete Rock] Yo, yo, yo! I like what you said right there, son (Yeah) Yo, but now I'ma let 'em know how I feel (Yeah) KnowhatI'msayin'? Check this out [Verse 2: Pete Rock] This I dedicate to the mixtapes I hate Exclusive shit, it really holds no weight Put ya skills on the plate, backspin to '88 Now, this I dedicate to a girl I hate (Uh-huh) Try to post fly (What?), with ya Maybelline eyes Sportin' DKNY, workin' on ya alibi Imitation at best (Word), Miss American Express Dismiss the charge, Kool G Rap and Large Pro Here to let you know we're not the mens I'm through with you, but still talk to ya friends Don't stop to say hi, or even re-apply The position is filled, with fresh new material (What?) Keep ya head up, catch some black cat luck Sped off in my truck, not givin' a fuck Lookin' At My Front Door, but it's locked and closed So I use the window for all you '98 hoes Truly yours [Interlude: Pete Rock] Whoooo! Weeeee! IIIIIIIIIIIIII heard that Word Yo, G Man Kick that shit you was kickin' back in the days about that girl, kid [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] A-yo, go 'head, hood rat I can't see what ya any good at Put that trash back on the rack, you were put back A stripper just like lickin' 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 the cheese stack So cease that and ease back, you sleaze cat 'Cause G Rap — many cats wanna be that, better believe that Iced up, find me where it's below zero degrees at and ski's 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! [Outro: Pete Rock] Yeah, kid (Yeah, kid) We got to diss that girl, yo (Diss that girl, yo) Ah, shi- KnowwhatI'msayin'? (Word) Still the same (Still the same) Nuthin' changed (Nuthin' changed) Ha-haa! (Ha-haa!) For real though (For real though) Uhh (Uhh) Yo, I don't even know why she tryin' to act all funny (All funny, all funny) Now she heard me gettin' loud money (Gettin' loud money, loud money) Now y'all know how we livin' (How we livin') Out (Out) [Outro] "I don't know, I think, when, when they write they own rap They tend to forget the producer/DJ, or whatever They always forget that They always think, what-what happened visually How it did momentarily, or what the MC said Pete Rock proved tha... he put the music in the forefront"