yo this is how i’m comin’ for the nine deuce
another phat phat track so rhythm d pour the orange juice
and let’s relax while sippin’ on ‘gnac because it’s like that
i’m cautious of hoes so paperboy wears prophylactic
i wear a jimmy for the skinny that’s in the long trench
front row seats so yo i know she’s on the nine inch
just to get a piece of the green but she’s an undertaker
not knowin’ the paper is a ’round the world heartbreaker
many say i front but yo had to have a break down
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 take me to another level
let the beat ride but hold on to your woman g
’cause now that i’m rich so many women wanna do me
it make a man say ‘damn’
i’m finally taxin’ more than your homey sam
but let me speak to the weak i mean the rookies
my time is held up extremely for cookies
just let me clock this grip in ninetytwo
and you don’t bother me and i sure ’nuff won’t bother you
and uh you just watch a brother flowin’ like niagara
think before you step because these lyrics just might stag ya
although i’m labeled with the black fade
it’s gold d’s on my four and gold ‘lex ’cause 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 huh
do the ditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
now here we go from the top second of the same song
with the conclusion hoes should be happy for the dingdong
and since a man clock a grip g
it’s like every nigga that i see be like ‘do you remember me’
a hustler and it’s known with more hoes than lego
keep ’em chunky like prego so niggas leggo my eggo
i have a tendency to flow start off with my own groove
and 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 vacuum i’d be suckin’ up competition
let it ride again and yo believe i got my own thing
straight bahama hoes so miss me with a chick from soul train
and i’m a break my note just to show up tokin’
so hide his eyes when i scoop him ’cause 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
do the ditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
now here we go uh let’s take a trip to another land
clock a grip come back and watch the hoes tan
jump in the lexo and roll out to my cabin
believe me my brother more hoes than you can imagine
all on the dingaling just because the gold rings
but i’m like ‘what’s up with ya 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
’cause doin’ the ditty with paperboy makes the ocean sweat
kick the kind of style that knock the funk off of fritos
make you man jealous while hoes cheese like doritos
it ain’t my fault i lay the pipe with concernand
i ain’t from mount vernon but a brother’s moneyearnin’
and don’t disagree and then jock that’s a pity
just bob your head for paperboy and the ditty
yeah
do the ditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
to do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the ditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
to do the dittyditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
just do the ditty if you want to
because then i can see if i want you
Artist: Paperboy
Year: 1993
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 381