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Verse One: |
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Here's a tune about this honey named Renee |
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That I met one day |
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On my way back from John Jay |
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I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train |
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I tap her on her shoulders |
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Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name |
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She said my name is Renee |
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I said I got a whole lot to say |
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So may I walk you to your subway |
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She said if you want |
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So yo, we started talking |
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I brought two franks and two drinks |
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And we began walking |
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I had to see where that head was at |
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Because the gear was mad phat |
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So we must chat about this and that |
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She told me what she was in school for |
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She wants to be a lawyer |
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In other words shorty studies law |
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I'm telling shorty I'm a writer |
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And as she's looking for the token |
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She drops a pack of the EZ-widers |
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Covers her mouth with her name ring |
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I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks |
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I do the same thing |
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But yet I use Philly Blunts |
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She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts |
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Because I heard that's for silly stunts |
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I said, nah they burn slower |
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Right now I really don't know ya |
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But maybe later on I can get to show ya |
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Chorus: |
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A ghetto love is the law that we live by |
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Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die |
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I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday |
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Give it up for my shorty, shorty(x2) |
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Verse Two: |
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So now we sittin' on the train |
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Besides the fingernails |
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Now shorty got the hairdo of pain |
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Now I understand she got flava |
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A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her |
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Got off the train about 6:34 |
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She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store |
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Went to the crib |
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And turned the lights on |
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A mad magazine stand |
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From Essence to Right On |
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A leather couch |
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Stero system with crazy cd's |
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Understand cause she got G'z |
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She said cheeks do what you want |
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She said I'm gonna feed the dog |
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I said alright well I'm gonna roll this blunt |
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She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt |
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A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl |
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We're sitting on the couch chattin |
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We're smoking blunts off the balcony |
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We're stearing at Manhattan now |
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She started feeling on my chest |
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I started feeling on the breasts |
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And there's no need for me to stress the rest |
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A yo, I got myself a winner |
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We sparked a blunt before we ate |
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And a blunt after we ate dinner |
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She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see |
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But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci |
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I'm like whatever shorty rock |
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We can swing it like that |
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Cause on the real this is where it's at. |
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Chorus (2X) |
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Verse Three: |
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I woke up the next day on the waterbed |
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A letter's on the pillow eh |
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And this what the letter said |
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It said cheeks, I'll be home around two |
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You was deep in your sleep |
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So I didn't want to bother you |
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I left my number for shorty to call me later |
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Got dressed |
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Smoked a blunt |
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And then I bounced towards the elevator |
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I got a beep around three |
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I'm asking shorty what's up with you |
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She's asking what's up with me |
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And now we been together for weeks |
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Candlelight dinner with my shorty |
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Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks |
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Hey man, I never been in love |
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But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state |
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It's shorty that I'm thinking of |
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I'm hanging out with my crew |
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I get a beep from Renee |
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Because Renee uses code too |
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But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes |
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She said Renee has been shot |
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So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes |
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I jumps on the Van Wyck |
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I gotta make it there quick |
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A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick |
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Not even thinking about the po nine |
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I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck |
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I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine |
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I gotta see what's going on |
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But by the time I reach the hospital |
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They tell me Mr. Cheeks |
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Renee is gone |
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I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here |
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I'm from the ghetto |
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So listen |
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This is how I shed my tears |
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Chorus (2X) |
