The Yearn Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Intro: 

[whistling] 

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... 

Chorus: 

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 

Chorus: 

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, 'cause 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 get rid of her 

After I'm done with it, my man, he wanna get with it 

Then he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit it 

But me freaky tah, trip off and I creep 

Niggaz they be buggin, but don't ever peep my style 

My crew is buckwild 

We been in this game for awhile 

Chorus: 

Smokin cheebas, the liquors 

The condoms, the ass 

It's the cheebas, them liquors 

The condoms, the ass (repeat 3x) 

Verse three: mr. cheeks 

Now before you run up in that 

Wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac 

Stick, before you run up in skinz 

Before you bone, run your mouth to yo mens 

Make sure that you protect yourself 

That shows that you respect yourself 

Now don't violate your skin and your balls 

You'll be making, the phone call 

See dr. abraham or them condoms now 

You know that you best to be aware 

Don't go bustin up and nuttin in 

Let a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethin 

No man know he play he the fuckin game 

But aids ain't got no fuckin name 

All you chancy niggaz that's playin cute 

Don't jump, without a parachute 

Verse four: pete rock 

Yeah here we go as I shoot from the top of the key 

The lost boyz in the house with the capital p 

Grab a chair relax and pass the alize 

I'ma tell you a little somethin about this chick around my way 

She was a dime with a brown skin complexion 

She looked so good you'd think you wouldn't need protection 

Girlfriend was top choice selection... 

...around in every section 

They got twisted, she said no condom so he risked it 

Caught in the mix and now you sick kid 

Word is bond, I thought by now you learned your lesson 

Fucking around with no protection 

So emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze this 

Don't get caught, with the virus 

It's the chocolate boy wonder with the lb fam 

Listen up, use your condom when your third leg stand 

[chorus fades]