Pete Rock, Large Professor, Kool G Rap - Truly Yours '98 lyrics

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

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!

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

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

Whoooo! Weeeee!
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I heard that word
Yo, G Man
Kick that shit you was kickin' back
In the days about that girl, kid

A yo, go 'head, hood rat
I can't see what ya any good at
Put that trash back on tha rack
You were 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 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

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)

"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"