The Yearn Lyrics

Intro:

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 a*s

It's the cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, the a*s (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 f**kin game
But aids ain't got no f**kin 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 pa*s 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
F**king 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]

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