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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr. Cheeks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garfield Duncan
Songwriter
Terrance Kelly
Songwriter
James Harris
Songwriter
Terry Lewis
Songwriter
Timothy P Patterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Sex
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee that I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peeping shawty as she's walkin' to the train
I tap her on the 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 talkin'
I bought two franks and two drinks and we began walking
I had to see where that head was at cause her gear was mad fat
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, shawty studies law
I'm tellin' shorty I'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token, she drops a package of the EZ Wider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, "shorty rocks, I do the same thingYo, don't sweat the technique
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 you"
[Verse 2]
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 every day
Give it up for my 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 every day
Give it up for my shorty
[Verse 3]
So now we sitting on the train
Besides her fingernails, now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now 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 CD's
Understand kid, she got G's
She said, "Cheeks, do what you want"
She said, "I'm gonna feed the dog"
I said, "A'ight, well I'ma 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 chatting
We're smoking blunts off the balcony
We're staring at Manhattan
She started feelin' on my chest
I started feelin' on her 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 you 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
[Verse 4]
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 every day
Give it up for my 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 every day
Give it up for my shorty
[Verse 5]
I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow 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 forty with my naughty freaks
Hey man, I never been in love
But every time I'm bursting 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 Two
But yet I'm chatting with her mom dukes
She says "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 thinkin' about the po-nine
I'm doin' a buck, who gives a fuck?
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's goin' 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
[Verse 6]
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 every day
Give it up for my 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 every day
Give it up for my 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 every day
Give it up for my 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 every day
Give it up for my shorty
Written by: Dexter Archer, Garfield Duncan, Jimmy Jam, Terrance Kelly, Terry Lewis, Timothy Patterson