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Here's a tune about this honey named Renee That I met one day On my way back from John Jay I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train I tap her on her shoulders Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name She said my name is Renee I said I got a whole lot to say So may I walk you to your subway She said if you want So yo, we started talking I brought two franks and two drinks And we began walking I had to see where that head was at Because the gear was mad phat So we must chat about this and that She told me what she was in school for She wants to be a lawyer In other words shorty studies law I'm telling shorty I'm a writer And as she's looking for the token She drops a pack of the EZ-widers Covers her mouth with her name ring I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks I do the same thing But yet I use Philly Blunts She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts Because I heard that's for silly stunts I said, nah they burn slower Right now I really don't know ya But maybe later on I can get to show ya
A ghetto love is the law that we live by Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shorty, shorty(x2)
So now we sittin' on the train Besides the fingernails Now shorty got the hairdo of pain Now I understand she got flava A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her Got off the train about 6:34 She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store Went to the crib And turned the lights on A mad magazine stand From Essence to Right On A leather couch Stero system with crazy cd's Understand cause she got G'z She said cheeks do what you want She said I'm gonna feed the dog I said alright well I'm gonna roll this blunt She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl We're sitting on the couch chattin We're smoking blunts off the balcony We're stearing at Manhattan now She started feeling on my chest I started feeling on the breasts And there's no need for me to stress the rest A yo, I got myself a winner We sparked a blunt before we ate And a blunt after we ate dinner She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci I'm like whatever shorty rock We can swing it like that Cause on the real this is where it's at.
I woke up the next day on the waterbed A letter's on the pillow eh And this what the letter said It said cheeks, I'll be home around two You was deep in your sleep So I didn't want to bother you I left my number for shorty to call me later Got dressed Smoked a blunt And then I bounced towards the elevator I got a beep around three I'm asking shorty what's up with you She's asking what's up with me And now we been together for weeks Candlelight dinner with my shorty Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks Hey man, I never been in love But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state It's shorty that I'm thinking of I'm hanging out with my crew I get a beep from Renee Because Renee uses code too But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes She said Renee has been shot So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes I jumps on the Van Wyck I gotta make it there quick A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick Not even thinking about the po nine I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine I gotta see what's going on But by the time I reach the hospital They tell me Mr. Cheeks Renee is gone I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here I'm from the ghetto So listen This is how I shed my tears