It's A Boy

It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be

And most agree it's kinda amazing folks are born from where we pee at

Though I definitely fiend it, baby no way, chills, clever mean it being

Got to be careful (... be told), commercial ever seen it?

Want a few hot ropes, some ask am I cheatin', do I? Nope

Not a dope, love the mother, also loves me too I hope

So I dig her a lot and although shorty honey break a nigga

How you figure, bein' a big rap money makin' nigga

Cute as a button, he tell 'bout the time we picked for cotton

So it ain't forgotten, hope I don't spoil the nigga rotten

Also, don't discriminate white, he'll be quite bright, if taught him right

If not he like ask heavenly father, help me raise my shorty right

So when I come home with the coil, I say "yo shorty run to royal"

Seein' as I'm loyal and livin' on soil, it's best when you have someone to spoil

So any toy, he wants he gets, yo kids ain't worth it midst the toys

That they destroy, annoy, though me and his moms in middle of fits of joy and it's a boy

Pictured friends, milk and cookies, when you're done with the boys game

Toy plane, Ricky Jr. be a bundle of joys name

And furthermore teach birds and bees

So won't be a nerd and burst herds of, second and thirds of

and "Dada" better be the first words of

Just kiddin', son'll be [need] a one man girl, spend a lot on what I be wearin'

Best of care, best that money can buy is what he'll be wearin'

With these weathers around, protect him, they'll say in a cage I kept him

Though wage you kindergarten probably be another major step and

Lo and behold a star holdin', cuz yo be loadin' trips and sowin'

Ya knowin', throwin' a fancy home for him to grow in

"He's kinda pleasin' to raise"... so baby say. No thank you... ease in

Sneezin', now what do I do when he cry for no reason?

Though any toy, he want he get, yo kids it ain't worth it, midst the toys

That they destroy, annoy, though me and his moms in middle of fits of joy and it's a boy, yo

Baby mom, under wing, though if dress up, could string

Line of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thing

You know how it is when guys that pay girls seem to hog us

fiend and dog us, scheme for more guts

Goin into labor date, 18 of August

It's that time tellin' friends, congratulate's yellin'

Gonna be six weeks premature, but thanks to God, he's doin' well

And givin' credit where it is due, while rap's achievin' let it

As for bills forget it, 'cause the way I rap, don't even sweat it

My own when me and my hon son, don't fuss, agree

Though son, I still kinda wish I coulda been there when he was born at 3:01

Bygone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all

Your son's about and since I didn't and this being the first

You know I had to write a rap about the incident

And the rose is for the squeeze, I would've sent a few no women with the kin in it

Wish us luck world as we enter a new beginning

And like I said, any toy, I'm tryin' to tell ya that midst the toys

That they destroy, annoy, though me and his moms in middle of fits of joy and it's a boy