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
[Chorus]
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]
