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​Renee

This song is by The Lost Boys.

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 package of the Ez Rider
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 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, stereo system with crazy CDs

Understand 'cause she got cheese
She said, "Cheeks, do what you want"
She said, "I'm gonna feed the dog"
I said, "All right, 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 steering 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

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 water bed
A letters 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 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 too
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said, "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
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

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

Written by:

Garfield Duncan; James Harris Iii; Terrance Cocheeks Kelly; Terry Lewis; Timothy Patterson