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RENEE lyrics : "Lost Boyz"

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 package of the ez rider
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

Chorus:


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)


Verse two:

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 cheese
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.


Chorus (2x)

Verse three:

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 %#@! is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine

I'm doing a buck, who gives a $#&@
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 she'd my tears

Chorus (2x)

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