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]