Ditty

Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuceAnother fat, fat trackSo Rhythm D, pour the orange juiceAnd let's relax while sippin' on 'gnacBecause it's like thatI'm cautious of ho's,so Paperboy wears prophylacticI wear a jimmy for the skinsCuz it's a long tripFront row seats,aiyo I know she's on the nine inchJust to get a piece of the greenBut she's an undertakerNow know why the Paperis an around the world heart-breakerMe be singin' first,but yo, had to have a breakdownPlayin' you fools, so now you knowwhy my belly's roundTakin' the rap back upand scoopin' up crowdsjust like a steel shovelNot from the ghetto,but yo, takin' me to another levelLet the beat ride,but hold on to your women, GCuz now that I'm richso many women wanna do meIt make a man say "damn"I'm finally taxinmore than your homey SamBut let me speak for the weak,I mean the rookiesMy time is held up,extremely for cookiesJust let me clockthis groove in ninety twoHey, you don't bother meand I sure 'nuff won't bother youAnd ah, you just watcha brother flowin' like NiagraThink before you step,because these niggasjust might stag yaAlthough I'm labeled with the black fadeIt's gold d's on my four and gold lex,cuz I got it madeI broke the veto once againbecause I had toAnd just like Jody Watley,baby girl, I can have youJust let me work this track,and yo, any way is okYour place or mine,all night until the next dayUhChorus:Do the ditty if you want toBecause then I can seeif I want youJust do the ditty-dittyif you want toBecause then I can seeif I want you Now here we go from the topSecond verse of the same songWith the conclusion,all should be happy for the ding-dongIt's just a mad park a grip, GIt's like, every brother that isee be like, "Do you remember me?"A hustler, and it's onwith more hoes to legoKeep 'em chunky like Prego,so they can play with my eggoI have a tendancy to flow,start off with my own groove andPick up the mic, and all of a sudden,I see high movinGuess it's like magic,and Paperboy is the magicianIf I was a vacuumI'd be suckin' up competitionLet it ride again, and yo,believe I got my own thingStraight Bahama hoes so miss mewith the chick from Soul TrainAnd I'm a break my note,just to show up tokenTote on his asswhen I scoop him,cuz we bud smokinA black man tryin' to make itand that ain't no fairBut just like BeBe and CeCe,I'll take you thereHuh (Chorus)Now here we goUh, let's take a trip to another landPark a grip, come backand watch the hoes tanJump in the lex-o,and roll out to my cabinBelieve me, my brother,more hoes than you can imagineAll on the ding-a-ling,just because the gold ringsBut I'm like a so but yo,you ain't heard a damn thingMake sure you got the jim hats,strapped for protectionBecause to me,my life is more than my erectionAnd give me a hand,if you a fan, it ain't over yetCuz doin' the ditty with Paperboymakes the ocean sweatLeave you kinda startledlike the funk off of fritosMake you man jealous,while hoes cheese like DoritosIt ain't my fault,I lay the piper with concernAnd I ain't from Mount Vernon,but a brother's money-earninAnd for those disagree,and then jack, that's a pittyJust bob your headfor Paperboy and the dittyYeah