Lost Boyz - The Yearn Lyrics
Intro:[whistling]Shorty!! shorty!!Shorty cmere baby girl! (I like what I see)This go out to erybody man, a little station identificationAnd we call this one for all yall, who be going to buy...Chorus:The cheebas, them liquorsThe condoms, hit the assIts the cheebas, the liquorsThe condoms, that assVerse one: mr. cheeksNow now nowMet this girl, just the other dayWhen I was up, on rockawayShe was in kennedy fried (word em up)A little kills 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 mindTo make you heel it up bring it back come rewindNow im, just a rap artistNot sayin that Im the best not the smartest butBut I come up wit things ya never seenThings you never heard of like money and the murder likeNext thing you know we in the restDrinkin liqour, puffin on the buddha sessI threw on me a rough riderI slid inside herChorus:Wit my cheebas, my liquorsMy condoms, hit the assI had the cheebas, them liquorsThe condoms, hit the assWe had the cheebas, the liquorsThe condoms, hit the assWe had the cheeba, the liquorThe condom, the ass!!Verse two: freaky tahDont be *****in wit my shorty, sippin on her fortyOr puffin on her blunt, cuz shes no *****in stuntTrue to the game, goes to school for her edu-ma-cationWhile I bounce around the nationFrom nation and back to new yorkI twist the cap, pop the corkAnd take a long walk to the courtBuddha, I spark chill wit my crewWho it be mr. cheeks when I sip my nigga brewAnd get in, you gets the fan understandBouncin, we gets to buzzin forty ouncinHit virginia, I get the shorty-shortyHippin on the forty on the corner wanna boneIn home or out on my ownI get whatever hit her, and then get rid of herAfter Im done with it, my man, he wanna get with itThen he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit itBut me freaky tah, trip off and I creepNiggaz they be buggin, but dont ever peep my styleMy crew is buckwildWe been in this game for awhileChorus:Smokin cheebas, the liquorsThe condoms, the assIts the cheebas, them liquorsThe condoms, the ass (repeat 3x)Verse three: mr. cheeksNow before you run up in thatWear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lacStick, before you run up in skinzBefore you bone, run your mouth to yo mensMake sure that you protect yourselfThat shows that you respect yourselfNow dont violate your skin and your ballsYoull be making, the phone callSee dr. abraham or them condoms nowYou know that you best to be awareDont go bustin up and nuttin inLet a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethinNo man know he play he the *****in gameBut aids aint got no *****in nameAll you chancy niggaz thats playin cuteDont jump, without a parachuteVerse four: pete rockYeah here we go as I shoot from the top of the keyThe lost boyz in the house with the capital pGrab a chair relax and pass the alizeIma tell you a little somethin about this chick around my wayShe was a dime with a brown skin complexionShe looked so good youd think you wouldnt need protectionGirlfriend was top choice selection......around in every sectionThey got twisted, she said no condom so he risked itCaught in the mix and now you sick kidWord is bond, I thought by now you learned your lesson*****ing around with no protectionSo emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze thisDont get caught, with the virusIts the chocolate boy wonder with the lb famListen up, use your condom when your third leg stand[chorus fades]
