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Lost Boyz

Genres: Hip-Hop

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 walkin' 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 talkin' 

I brought two franks and two drinks and we began walkin' 

 

I had to see where that head was at 'cause 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 tellin' shorty I'm a writer and as she's lookin' for the token 

She drops a packet 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 reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

So now we sittin' on the train 

Besides the fingernails now shorty got the hairdo of pain 

Now 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 sittin' on the couch chattin' 

We're smokin' blunts off the balcony, we're stearin' at Manhattan now 

 

She started feelin' on my chest, I started feelin' 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 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

I woke up the next day on the waterbed 

A letter's on the pillow 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 the blunt and then I bounced towards the elevator 

I got a beep around three 

I'm askin' shorty, "What's up with you?" 

She's askin', 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 thinkin' of 

 

I'm hangin' 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 thinkin' of the po nine I'm doin' a buck, who gives a fuck 

I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine 

 

I gotta see what's goin' on and by the time I reach the hospital 

They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, Renee is gone" 

I'm pourin' beer out for my shorty who ain't here 

I'm from the ghetto so listen this is how I shed my tears 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

 

A ghetto love is the law that we live by 

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die 

I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday 

Give it up for my shorty, shorty 

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