Lost Boyz - Renee lyrics

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Verse One:

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

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 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.

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 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

Chorus (2X)