Ditty

Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuce

Another fat, fat track

So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice

And let's relax while sippin' on yak

Because it's like that

I'm clostraphobic, so Paperboy wears pruple lactive

I wear a jimmy for the skins

Cuz it's a long trip

Front row seats, aiyo I know she's on the nine inch

Just to get a peice of the green

But she's an undertaker

Now you know the Paper is an around the world heart-breaker

Me be singin' first, but yo, had to have a breakdown

Playin' you fools, so now you know why my belly's round

Takin' the rap back up and scoopin' up crowds just like a steel shovel

Not from the ghetto, but yo, takin' it to another level

Let the beat ride, but hold on to your women, G

Cuz now that I'm rich so many women wanna do me

It make a man say "damn"

I'm finally taxin' more play than homey Sam

But let me speak to the weak, I mean the rookies

My time is help up, extremely for cookies

Just let me clock this groove in ninety two

Hey, you don't bother me and I sure 'nuff won't bother you

And ah, you just watch a brother flowin' like Niagra

Think before you step, because these niggas just might stag ya

Although I'm labeled with the black fade

It's gold d's on my four and gold lex, cuz I got it made

I broke the veto once again because I had to

And just like Jody Watley, baby girl, I can have you

Just let me work this track, and yo, any way is ok

Your place or mine, all night until the next day

Unh

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Do the ditty if you want to

Because then I can see if I want you

Just do the ditty-ditty if you want to

Because then I can see if I want you

Now here we go from the top

Second verse of the same song

With the conclusion, all should be happy with ding-dong

It's just a mad park a grip, G

It's like every nickel and dime nigga be like

"See, don't you remember me?"

A hustler, and it's on with more hoes to lego

Keep 'em chunky like Prego, so they can play with my eggo

I have a tendancy to flow, start off with my own groove

Pick up the mic, and all of a sudden, I see high movin'

Guess it's like magic, and Paperboy is the magician

If I was a vaccum I'd be suckin' up competition

Let it ride again, and yo, belive I got my own thing

Straight Bahama hoes so miss me with the chick from Soul Train

And I'm a break my note, just to show up token

Tote on his ass when I scoop him, cuz we bud smokin'

A black man tryin' to make it and that ain't no fair

But just like BeBe and CeCe, I'll take you there

Huh

[Chorus]

Now here we go

Uh, let's take a trip to another land

Park a grip, come back and watch the hoes tan

Jump in the lex-o, and roll out to my cabin

Believe me, my brother, more hoes than you can imagine

All on the ding-a-ling, just because the gold rings

But I'm like a ???, you ain't heard a damn thing

Make sure you got the jim hats, strapped for protection

Because to me, my life is more than my erection

And give me a hand, if you a fan, it ain't over yet

Cuz doin' the ditty with Paperboy makes the ocean sweat

Leave you kinda startled like the funk off of fritos

Make you man jealous, while hoes cheese like Doritos

It ain't my fault, I lay the piper with concern

And I ain't from Mount Vernon, but a brother's money-earnin'

And for those disagree, and then jack, that's a pitty

Just bob your head for Paperboy and the ditty

Yeah

[Chorus]