[Verse 1]

Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine-deuce

Another fat-ass track, so Rhythm D, pour the orange juice

And let's relax while sippin' on 'gnac, because it's like that

I'm conscious of hoes, so Paperboy use prophylactic

I wear a jimmy for the skimmy that's in the long trench

Front row seat, 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 motherfuckin' heartbreaker

Many say I flow, but yo, had to have a breakdown

Paid in full, so now you know why my belly's round

Pickin' it right back up and scoopin' up crowds just like a steam 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 bitches wanna do me

It make a nigga say "Damn" (Damn)

I'm finally taxin' more than your nigga Sam (Sam)

Now let me speak with the weak, I mean the rookies

My time is held up extremely for cookies

Just let me clock this grip in ninety-two

And you don't bother me and I sure enough won't bother you

And, uhh, you just watch a nigga flowin' like Niagara

Think before you step, because these lyrics just might stab ya

Although I'm labeled with the black fade

It's gold Ds on my four and gold 'lex 'cause I got it made

I broke the beat up 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

I gotta keep steppin', lethal weapon can't fuck with Paper

And those who oppose know how it goes when you catch the vapors

I dropped The Nine Yards to let you know I have 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 motherfuckin' MAC-10, hook

[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

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

[Verse 2]

Now 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 nigga 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 ass 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 chicks from Soul Train

And I'm a break my note, just to show up tokin'

So have the zags when I scoop 'em '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 nigga, more hoes than you can imagine

All on the ding-a-ling, just because the gold rings

But I'm like 'what's up witcha?', 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 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 pipe but with concern, and

I ain't from Mount Vernon, but a nigga's money-earnin'

Hooked up with Rhythm, he dropped a track and it faded

So I spit some game, put it on wax, and we made it

Now we just chillin', clockin' a grip on the overseas

But watch out for Paper, 'cause he's takin' out the wanna-bes

Gettin' his clown, outta town, 'cause it's only right

But 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 Platinum-boy and the Ditty

Yeah

And to the niggas from Cisum

My nigga Jazz

My nigga Shay

Reddy Red

My engineer, the Slicksta

Nine-out