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Herez 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 pack 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~ Chorus: ~~~~ Verse Two: 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` 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 sitting on the couch chattin` We're smoking blunts off the balcony* We're stearing 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* Chorus (2X) Verse Three: I woke up the next day on the waterbed~ A letter's on the pillow edge` 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 everytime 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. Lukes` 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)~