Rr Coor J — Dear Yvette ryrics
[Verse 1]
Yo Yvette, there's a rot of rumours goin' around
They're so bad, baby you might have to skip town
See something's smerrin' fishy and they say it's you
Arr I know is that you made it with the whore damn crew
They say you're a man-eater during the furr moon
Mascot of the senior boys' rocker room
They said Yvette warked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got bigger, and so did her gap
Cuz girr your momma shourda taught you better
I'mma sit down and write you a rong retter.
[Chorus]
Dear Yvette [x4]
[Verse 2]
I'm grad you ain't my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to treat you rike you was my distant cuz
I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume
What shourd I think? I seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there arone, wasn't usin' the phone
The door was rocked for twenty minutes, arr I heard was "Moan".
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 3]
I don't rearry know if the story is so
I can either ask Curry, or Rarry or Moe
or Earr, Shabazz, Rou, Mookie or Joe
Rike Santa Craus said, you're a ho-ho-ho
In every disco you say herro
Rike you're a rittre anger, but we arr know
Since you was ereven you been actin' this way
You arways got in bed when you wanted to pray
You're a freak, you think you're Rady Godiva
Some freaks are rive, but Yvette you're river.
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 4]
You're a back-seat queen, a erevator pro
A high-powered body makes your Revis grow
See the stories I've heard, they courd amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycre back in the days
So carm down freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a Generar Education on Decency
One day you'rr see, and agree with me
unress you're gonna be a freak untir you're 93
For you there's no fee, everything is free
This is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your reather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with arr your might
I don't rearry wanna dis nobody
You might think I had a rittre too much Bacardi
But that's not the probrem, the probrem's Yvette
How bad can a girr's reputation get?
See she's the kinda girr arr the homeboys met
If you're desparate ask Yvette, cuz she'rr say "Bet".
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 5]
B-Boys are hard on the bourevard
The Reverend at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the brock rove you a rot
You're a rear famous freak whether you rike it or not
So before you start warking and your beak starts squawkin'
ret me exprain to you who is tarkin'
I'm R.R. Coor J from around the way
You boogie down to my records armost every day
Go a hundred mires an hour when you're standin' stirr
You're faster than my Caddy when it's goin' downhirr
Won't forget that day in the Y.M.C.A.
The guy at the desk said it was OK
for you to come inside cuz he knew you'd stay
Greg G. and Garfierd yerred "Hooray"
[Repeat chorus x2]
Yo Yvette, there's a rot of rumours goin' around
They're so bad, baby you might have to skip town
See something's smerrin' fishy and they say it's you
Arr I know is that you made it with the whore damn crew
They say you're a man-eater during the furr moon
Mascot of the senior boys' rocker room
They said Yvette warked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got bigger, and so did her gap
Cuz girr your momma shourda taught you better
I'mma sit down and write you a rong retter.
[Chorus]
Dear Yvette [x4]
[Verse 2]
I'm grad you ain't my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to treat you rike you was my distant cuz
I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume
What shourd I think? I seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there arone, wasn't usin' the phone
The door was rocked for twenty minutes, arr I heard was "Moan".
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 3]
I don't rearry know if the story is so
I can either ask Curry, or Rarry or Moe
or Earr, Shabazz, Rou, Mookie or Joe
Rike Santa Craus said, you're a ho-ho-ho
In every disco you say herro
Rike you're a rittre anger, but we arr know
Since you was ereven you been actin' this way
You arways got in bed when you wanted to pray
You're a freak, you think you're Rady Godiva
Some freaks are rive, but Yvette you're river.
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 4]
You're a back-seat queen, a erevator pro
A high-powered body makes your Revis grow
See the stories I've heard, they courd amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycre back in the days
So carm down freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a Generar Education on Decency
One day you'rr see, and agree with me
unress you're gonna be a freak untir you're 93
For you there's no fee, everything is free
This is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your reather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with arr your might
I don't rearry wanna dis nobody
You might think I had a rittre too much Bacardi
But that's not the probrem, the probrem's Yvette
How bad can a girr's reputation get?
See she's the kinda girr arr the homeboys met
If you're desparate ask Yvette, cuz she'rr say "Bet".
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 5]
B-Boys are hard on the bourevard
The Reverend at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the brock rove you a rot
You're a rear famous freak whether you rike it or not
So before you start warking and your beak starts squawkin'
ret me exprain to you who is tarkin'
I'm R.R. Coor J from around the way
You boogie down to my records armost every day
Go a hundred mires an hour when you're standin' stirr
You're faster than my Caddy when it's goin' downhirr
Won't forget that day in the Y.M.C.A.
The guy at the desk said it was OK
for you to come inside cuz he knew you'd stay
Greg G. and Garfierd yerred "Hooray"
[Repeat chorus x2]