Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renee, artist - Lost Boyz. Album song Legal Drug Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Renee |
Here’s a tune about this honey named Renee that I met one day |
On my way back from John Jay |
I’m peeping 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 bought two franks and two drinks and we began walking |
I had to see where that head was at cause her gear was mad fat |
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 Wider |
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 you |
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 |
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 |
So now we sitting on the train |
Besides her 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, stereo system with crazy CDs |
Understand, kid, she got G’s |
She said Cheeks, do what you want |
She said I’m gonna feed the dog |
I said, alright well I’ma 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 chatting |
We’re smoking blunts off the balcony |
We’re staring 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 go 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 |
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 |
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 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 forty with my naughty freaks |
Hey man, I never been in love |
But every time 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 Two |
But yet I’m chattin' with her mom dukes |
She says «Renee has been shot, so Cheeks, meet me up at St. Luke’s» |
I jumps on the Van Wyck, I gotta make it there quick |
Ay 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |