Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuce    Another fat, fat track    So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice    And let's relax while sippin' on yak    Because it's like that    I'm claustraphobic,    so Paperboy wears purple lactive    I wear a jimmy for the skins    Cuz it's a long trip    Front row seats,    aiyo I know she's on the nine inch    Just to get a peice of the green    But she's 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 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    Cuz now that I'm rich    so many women wanna do me    It make a man say "damn"    I'm 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 don't bother me    and I sure 'nuff won't bother you    And ah, you just watch    a brother flowin' like Niagra    Think before you step,    because these niggas    just might stag ya    Although I'm labeled with the black fade    It's gold d's 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   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 with ding-dong    It's just a mad park a grip, G    It's like every nickel    and dime nigga be like    "See, don't 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 tendancy 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 token    Tote on his ass    when I scoop him,    cuz 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    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 I'm like a ???,    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    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 ain't my fault,    I lay the piper with concern    And I ain't from Mount Vernon,    but a brother's money-earnin'    And for those disagree,    and then jack, that's a pitty    Just bob your head    for Paperboy and the ditty    Yeah    Chorus: