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Yo, this somethin' comin' for the nine deuce Another fat, fat track So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice And let's relax while sippin' on jack Because it's like that I'm cautious of hoes, so Paperboy brings prophylactic I wear a jimmy for the skins 'Cause it's a long trip Front row seats, aiyo I know she's on the nine inch Just to get a piece of the green But she's an undertaker Now you know that Paper is an around the world heart-breaker Many say I fought for yo, can I 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 'Cause now that I'm rich so many women wanna do me It'd make a man say "damn" I'm finally taxin' more than yo 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 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 Niagara Think before you step, 'cause these lyrics just might stag ya Although I'm labeled with the black fate 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 tongue, 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 for the ding-dong It's just a mad clock a grip, G It's like every nigga that I see be like "Do 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 tendency 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 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 the chick from Soul Train And I'm a break my note, just to show up tokin' Tote on his ass 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 [Chorus:] 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 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 summer joke, 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 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 concernin' And I ain't from Mount Vernon, but a brother's money-earnin' And for those disagree, and then jock us, that's a pity Just bob your head for Paperboy and the ditty Yeah [Chorus:]
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