This I dedicate to the girl I rate
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As a ten then again she was probably an eight
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Her ass was kinda phat so she moved me yo
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When I scoped out her mental was straight said let's roll
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Stared this shorty everynight and everyday
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On the rebound around left right and hey
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I'm a critical brother when it comes down to broads
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But this wop here is like the Grammy Awards
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Had style and grace and class a lot of taste
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On a slow dance we romance around my place
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Like a king from queens is how she made me feel
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And if I did dirt it was locked and sealed
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No doubt was all about me and my love thing
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If the phone called Paul I was lettin it ring
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Absolutely, she looped me the hook was good
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Niggaz buggin on me buggin in my neighbor hood
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Yeah boss, but on course is my game plan and
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Shorty wop keep me chillin with the name brand
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Kicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and tours
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Yeah you know who you is kid truly yours
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This I dedicate to the mixtapes I hate
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Exclusive shit it really holds no weight
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Put ya skills on the plate backspin to eighty-eight
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Now this I dedicate to a girl I hate
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Try to post fly with ya Mabeline eye
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Sportin DKNY working on ya alibi
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Immitation at best Miss American Express
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Dismiss the charge, Kool G Rap and Large Pro
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Here to let you know were not the mens
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I'm through with you but still talk ta ya friends
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Don't stop to say hi or even reply
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The position is filled with fresh new material
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Keep ya head up, catch some black cat luck
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Sped off in my truck not givin a fuck
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Lookin At My Front Door, it's locked and closed
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So I use the window for all you ninety-eight hoes
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Ave yo go head hood rat
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I can't see where ya any good at
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Put that trash back on tha rack
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You a put back a stripper
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Just like a chicken peckin wherever wood at
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You sewer rat better be careful where you step ya foot at
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You might get snapped, caught in the trap
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Sneekin bout a cheese stack so sewer that and ease back
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You fleece that it's G Rap many cats wanna be that
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Better believe that iced up, find me where it's below zero degrees at
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Skis at see the G stack puffin on scarface and garcia vegas
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G Rap and Pete Rock we bond papers
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Both of us together we bomb makers bottles of Dom breakers
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Many mansions on farm acres pushin porsches with four doors
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Diamonds with no flaws with the pretty mamas
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on beaches of bahama shores
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Pinky ring is like a stone age without the dinosaurs
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Comin from me G Rap yo, truly yours
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Truly Yours '98
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| Pete Rock |
