"Ditty" by Paperboy

Yo, this is how Im comin for the nine deuce 
Another fat, fat track 
So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice 
And lets relax while sippin on yak 
Because its like that 
Im claustraphobic, 
so Paperboy wears purple lactive 
I wear a jimmy for the skins 
Cuz its a long trip 
Front row seats, 
aiyo I know shes on the nine inch 
Just to get a peice of the green 
But shes 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 bellys 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 Im rich 
so many women wanna do me 
It make a man say damn 
Im 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 dont bother me 
and I sure nuff wont bother you 
And ah, you just watch 
a brother flowin like Niagra 
Think before you step, 
because these niggas 
just might stag ya 
Although Im labeled with the black fade 
Its gold ds 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 
Its just a mad park a grip, G 
Its like every nickel 
and dime nigga be like 
See, dont you remember me? 
A hustler, and its 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 its like magic, 
and Paperboy is the magician 
If I was a vacuum 
Id be suckin up competition 
Let it ride again, and yo, 
believe I got my own thing 
Straight Bahama hoes so miss me 
with the chick from Soul Train 
And Im 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 aint no fair 
But just like BeBe and CeCe, 
Ill take you there 
Huh 
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Now here we go 
Uh, lets 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 Im like a ???, 
you aint 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 aint 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 aint my fault, 
I lay the piper with concern 
And I aint from Mount Vernon, 
but a brothers money-earnin 
And for those disagree, 
and then jack, thats a pitty 
Just bob your head 
for Paperboy and the ditty 
Yeah 
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