Dear Yvette Lyrics - Radio - Ll Cool J

Yo Yvette, there's a lot of rumors goin' around 

They're so bad, baby you might have to skip town 

See something's smellin' fishy and they say it's you 

All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew 

They say you're a man-eater during the full moon 

Mascot of the senior boys' locker room 

They said Yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap 

Her reputation got bigger, and so did her gap 

'Cause girl your momma should of taught you better 

I'ma sit down and write you a long letter 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was 

I'd have to treat you like you was my distant 'cause 

I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume 

What should I think? I seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom 

You wasn't in there alone, wasn't usin' the phone 

The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was moan 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

I don't really know if the story is so 

I can either ask Curly, or Larry or Moe 

Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, Mookie or Joe 

Like Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho 

In every disco you say hello 

Like you're a little angel, but we all know 

Since you was eleven you been actin' this way 

You always got in bed when you wanted to play 

You're a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva 

Some freaks are live, but Yvette you're liver 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro 

A high-powered body makes your Levis grow 

See the stories I've heard, they could amaze 

I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days 

So calm down freak, get a G.E.D. 

That's a General Education on Decency 

One day you'll see, and agree with me 

Unless you're gonna be a freak until you're ninety three 

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 leather pants are tight 

You try to shake your butt with all your might 

I don't really wanna dis nobody 

You might think I had a little too much Bacardi 

But that's not the problem, the problem's Yvette 

How bad can a girl's reputation get? 

See she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met 

If you're desperate ask Yvette, 'cause she'll say bet 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

B-Boys are hard on the boulevard 

The Reverend at the church said you was barred 

Homeboys on the block loved you a lot 

You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not 

So before you start walking and your beak starts squawkin' 

Let me explain to you who is talkin' 

I'm L.L. Cool J from around the way 

You boogie down to my records almost every day 

Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standin' still 

You're faster than my Caddy when it's goin' downhill 

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 'cause he knew you'd stay 

Greg G. And Garfield yelled "Hooray" 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette 

Dear Yvette