Yeah we go, just go with the flow I wanna say something about this girl I She to play me out, though, check it out
This I dedicate to the I hate a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate So yo, go swinger, I'm putting up my middle finger I'm not sad or mad, I don't feel You're not all that fly to play the role I had girls that looked better on the hoe night patrol, you know what I mean? I get cash and still wear jeans You thought drug-dealing man was much better Because he always came and got you in a plush Or an Audi, a Benz, or a You didn't think G. Rap was going far I'm here to tell of, because you I fell off And now if you're riding the tip, get the hell off You wanted to because you didn't believe that I would achieve Cause you had something up your you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head Now you're stuck with a baby from a head Come to my shows, you to check to see if I wreck it The record your man got is a jail record I know you like him a lot because he's a big The only you got is his mug shot I'm on a label with know singers in it Look, your getting booked and fingerprinted Polo drives a Benz from to stae By the way, guess who his license plates I was finished, down, going through the blues Here's a dollars, go buy some new shoes Go ahead good looking, you can keep >From my recital I'll never get my tooken So you got a 9 to 5, so what? What do you do for a living, slice cuts? You look slick, but you know every Tom and You're more than a chick from a porno flick While you floors, I go on tours >From me, G Rap, yo, truly
(Yo G man! You should her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!)
Listen up money, or I say honey? You're looking sweeter than a Playboy bunny filed, your hair is styled And the gear that you wear looks hot and Everybody says is he, some of sissy? name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy" Night or day lights, you for the gay rights I you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight With men, and Len, your real close But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a in your hair, bamboo in your ear Running in cars, hanging out in your eyes to guys that wear bras Skintight Levi's and even try to lie, sugar, I know why In the bathroom, spraying on perfume Stuffing your with two balloons You think about the opposite sex at all Instead of sugar walls, rather have a ball Way in the days, you was as big as a cow But at you now, at jams you say "ow" A sex disease was a as TB But gays get VD in 3-D And that is AIDS in case you didn't know And the blow I'm giving is this knockout blow with your bandana looking like Diana Ross >From me G Rap, yo, yours
(Hey yo, finish dissing girl, man)
Yo, do me a favor, and up a pen and pad And try and write down the numbers of the men had So when you're putting someone else in check Go to the of Oz and get some self-respect Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent I have to go that far, you know who you are And if you don't, then everybody else all the fellas be telling me how good you was I can't accept a girl a ruined rep I'm like a chef, I just up the stew and step Off with her clothes, like Dick, there she blows She wanna throw like the girls the peep shows Your man was large, but now he's getting tiny And you run up me trying to get pregnant by me And in a year, I'll bet be on welfare Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself The way it looks, you'll end up in books While your man is in Manhattan pocket books and mugging with a big 12 guage Starving so bad I can see his Yo, you to tell me all the time that you would be a model in life, you're living in a crack bottle So when begging on your knees because I'm clocking G's You'll be in zero getting processed cheese Wearing Dungaress, yo I don't need a girl with broken hands his man's a woman beater So when you get sores, giving up drawers Remember G Rap said "Truly Yours"
Yo, I don't even know why you to play me honey Now I'm down Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money (Word, now you wild know how G rap lives...)