Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Yearn, artist - Lost Boyz. Album song Legal Drug Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
The Yearn |
Shorty! |
Shorty! |
Shorty c’mere baby girl! |
(I like what I see) |
This go out to erybody man, a little station identification |
And we call this one for all y’all, who be going to buy… |
The cheebas, them liquors |
The condoms, hit the ass |
It’s the cheebas, the liquors |
The condoms, that ass |
Now now now |
Met this girl, just the other day |
When I was up, on Rockaway |
She was in Kennedy Fried (word em up) |
A little kill’s breast, and I said, «Excuse me Miss… |
Maybe we can go and jus chat.» |
«About what?» |
«About, about this about that.» |
I bet I put somethin in yo mind |
To make you heel it up bring it back come rewind |
Now I’m, just a rap artist |
Not sayin that I’m the best not the smartest but |
But I come up wit things ya never seen |
Things you never heard of like money and the murder like |
Next thing you know we in the rest |
Drinkin liqour, puffin on the buddha sess |
I threw on me a Rough Rider |
I slid inside her |
Wit my cheebas, my liquors |
My condoms, hit the ass |
I had the cheebas, them liquors |
The condoms, hit the ass |
We had the cheebas, the liquors |
The condoms, hit the ass |
We had the cheeba, the liquor |
The condom, the ass! |
[Verse 2: Freaky Tah |
Don’t be fuckin wit my shorty, sippin on her forty |
Or puffin on her blunt, cuz she’s no fuckin stunt |
True to the game, goes to school for her edu-ma-cation |
While I bounce around the nation |
From nation and back to New York |
I twist the cap, pop the cork |
And take a long walk to the court |
Buddha, I spark chill wit my crew |
Who it be Mr. Cheeks when I sip my nigga brew |
And get in, you gets the fan understand |
Bouncin, we gets to buzzin forty ouncin |
Hit Virginia, I get the shorty-shorty |
Sippin on the forty on the corner wanna bone |
In home or out on my own |
I get whatever hit her, and then get rid of her |
After I’m done with it, my man, he wanna get with it |
Then he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit it |
But me Freaky Tah, trip off and I creep |
Niggas they be buggin, but don’t ever peep my style |
My crew is buckwild |
We been in this game for awhile |
Smokin cheebas, the liquors |
The condoms, the ass |
It’s the cheebas, them liquors |
The condoms, the ass (repeat 3X) |
[Verse 3: Mr. Cheeks |
Now before you run up in that |
Wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac |
Tick, before you run up in skinz |
Before you bone, run your mouth to yo mens |
Make sure that you protect yourself |
That shows that you respect yourself |
Now don’t violate your skin and your balls |
You’ll be making, the phone call |
See Dr. Abraham or them condoms now |
You know that you best to be aware |
Don’t go bustin up and nuttin in |
Let a nigga from the Lost Boyz tell ya somethin |
No man know he play he the fuckin game |
But AIDS ain’t got no fuckin name |
All you chancy niggas that’s playin cute |
Don’t jump, without a parachute |
Yeah here we go as I shoot from the top of the key |
The Lost Boyz in the house with the Capital P |
Grab a chair relax and pass the Alize |
I’mma tell you a little somethin about this chick around my way |
She was a dime with a brown skin complexion |
She looked so good you’d think you wouldn’t need protection |
Girlfriend was top choice selection… |
…around in every section |
They got twisted, she said no condom so he risked it |
Caught in the mix and now you sick kid |
Word is bond, I thought by now you learned your lesson |
Fucking around with no protection |
So emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze this |
Don’t get caught, with the virus |
It’s the Chocolate Boy Wonder with the LB Fam |
Listen up, use your condom when your third leg stand |