The Yearn

Lost Boyz



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

Verse One: Mr. Cheeks

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 Two: 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

Hippin on the forty on the corner wanna bone

In home or out on my own

I get whatever hit her, and then g