Ditty (Divine Street Mix)

Damn, a radio version?

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' that Paper is a 'round the world heartbreaker
Many say I front, but yo, had to have a break-down

Paid in full, 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 brother say "damn"
I'm finally taxin' more than your homie Sam
Now 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 '92
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 '4 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 okay

Your place or mine, all night until the next day
I gotta keep steppin', Lethal Weapon can't mess with Paper
And those who oppose know how it goes when you catch the vapors
I dropped the Nine Yards, let you know I had the stamina
You wasn't movin' quick enough, so the ditty damaged ya
And now I'm a captain, but yo, my peoples don't say "Aye aye"
Walkin' around the deck with more spinach than Popeye
Shootin' this gift, 'cause pushin' birds ain't my best friend
Although I'm strapped with a 30-round MAC-10, huh

Do the ditty if you want to (do the ditty)
Because then I can see if I want you (do the ditty)
Just do the ditty-ditty if you want to (do the ditty)
Because then I can see if I want you (do the ditty)
Just do the ditty-ditty if you want to (do the ditty)
Because then I can see if I want you (do the ditty)
Just do the ditty-ditty if you want to (do the ditty)
Because then I can see if I want you (do the ditty)

Here we go from the top, second verse of the same song
With the conclusion, hoes should be happy for the ding-dong
And since a brother clock a grip, G
It's like every brother 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
Now 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 of gold rings
Frontin' like the sun, but yo, you ain't seen a damn thing
Make sure you got the Jim hat strapped for protection
Because to me, my life is more than my erection
And give me a hand, if you're a fan, it ain't over yet
Doin' the ditty with Paperboy makes the ocean sweat
Kick the kinda style that knock the funk off of Fritos

Make your man jealous while hoes cheese like Doritos
It ain't my fault, I lay the pipe with concernin'
Ain't from Mount Vernon but a brother's money earnin'
Hooked up with Rhythm, he dropped the track and it faded
So I spit some game, put it on wax and we made it
Now we just chillin', clockin' a grip off the overseas

Watch out for Paper because he's takin' out the wannabes
Gettin' his clown outta town 'cause it's only right
And not with the chickens, I'm double platinum and my show is tight
And don't disagree and then jock, 'cause 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
Just do the ditty-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

Just do the ditty, do the ditty
Do the ditty, do the ditty
Do the ditty, do the ditty