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, 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 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]