Shorty

SHORTY

Yo let me tell you 'bout this bad bitch named Shorty

Met her on the block, she was lookin' naughty

Coming from the trap, countin' up the profit

Shorty had that look, knew I had to cop it

Tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me Miss"

"Can I get your digits, maybe get a kiss?"

She said "My name's Shorty, what you wanna know?"

I said "I'm tryna see where this thing can go"

Bought her two drinks, started talkin' shit

Shorty's gear was fire, had to get with it

She said she in school but she trappin' too

I'm tellin' shorty I'm a street king, that's true

She drops some weed, I'm like "Don't even trip"

"I smoke the same shit, let me hit that lip"

We spark the blunt right there on the train

Shorty's lookin' good, drivin' me insane

This street love is the law that we live by

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die

I reminisce over my gangsta princess every day

Pour out liquor for my shorty, shorty

Now we on the train, shorty's nails done

Hair laid, jeans tight, she the number one

Leather jacket fit her, chain from her mom

Got off at her spot, had to hit the ATM

Went to her crib, stereo blastin'

CDs of Biggie, Pac, and Nas happenin'

Leather couch, big screen, she got G's

Shorty said "Do what you want, I'm gonna feed the D's"

I'm rollin' up the blunt, she comes back in sweats

T-shirt, ponytail, got me feelin' blessed

She start feelin' on my chest, I'm on her breasts

No need to stress, we takin' off the dresses

This street love is the law that we live by

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die

I reminisce over my gangsta princess every day

Pour out liquor for my shorty, shorty

Woke up next day on the king size bed

Note on the pillow, this is what it said:

"Cheeks, I'll be home around two

You was sleepin' heavy, didn't wanna bother you"

Left her number, I bounced, smoked a blunt

Got a beep at three, she askin' what I want

Now we been together for weeks and weeks

Candlelight dinners with my gangsta freak

I'm with my crew, get a beep from Shorty

She uses codes too, talkin' to her mommy

But then her mom says "Shorty's been shot"

Meet me at the hospital, this shit is hot

Jumped in the whip, doin' 100 on the Wyck

Smokin' boom, not thinkin' 'bout the five-0

Gotta see what's good, but when I reach the spot

They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, your Shorty's gone"

Now I'm pourin' out liquor for my shorty who ain't here

From the streets, this is how I shed my tears

This street love is the law that we live by (that's real!)

Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die (why, Lord?)

I reminisce over my gangsta princess every day (every day!)

Pour out liquor for my shorty, shorty

Street love... gangsta princess...

jagga bootz!!!