Ditty Lyrics - The Nine Yards - Paperboy

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 conscious of hoes, so Paperboy wears prophylactic 

I wear a jimmy for the skins 'cuz it's a long trim 

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 the Paper is an around the world heart-breaker 

Me sink? I float from dough, but yo, had to have a breakdown 

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

Pickin' 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 never 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 brought the beat on 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 

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 since a man clock a grip,, G 

It's like every rhythm that I see be like 

"Do you remember me?" 

A hustler, and his snow 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 behind my 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 '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 

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 

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 ding-a-ling, just because the gold rings 

But Im like 'whats up witcha?', 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 jock, that's a pitty 

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