[Intro:] See john was a diduntdidunt, know what im sayin? My man john was a fuckin diduntdidunt, holla You know u got them diduntdidunt niggas in the hood, know'm sayin... Guys that don't mean nothin to nobody... Fuckin mothers don't even like them...
[Verse 1:] In junior high, i knew this kid named John One day john started thinkin he could rhyme He used to see me battin' niggas one at a time So he figured he test his skills against mine He came up to me one day and said "hey" Niggas saying you mean law, spit sixteen [sai] Gon" I said, "no pa, im good" He said "well imma spit some shit then You know, rap for my hood "Checkit, we ride drops, we pop mad shots We even got 20 inch rims on the yacht" I told him to stop, the nigga aint listen he kept goin So i punched dook in his mouth while he was flowin' He got up of the ground and said "why did ya hit me?" "Yous a diduntdidunt, heres a shot to the kidney" The mike tyson of this rap shit I even got a speech impediment "Fuckin' lil bam-dit Thats my word man, any fuckin rapper man I'll eat his fuckin children man bring him to me man"
[Chorus:] You're a DiduntDidunt Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt A DiduntDidunt To you it aint nothin to front You a DiduntDidunt A pussy that always talk about pussy When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month You a DiduntDidunt Man, i dun been where you from A DiduntDidunt You ain't come up in the slum You a DiduntDidunt Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums
[Verse 2:] See back in the day, i knew a kid named Ray He was kind of sweet, so niggas thought he was gay Everyday, little ray would come around the way And try to shoot hoops but dudes wouldn't let him play I remember it was like the third week of May Ray came through just like any other day But on this particular day he had somethin to say Like if he couldn't play then niggas would have to pay And me being, the man that I am Threw the ball at him and told a nigga to scram He reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearin' Pulled out a Jimmy no bigger than his hand He said "Fuck you Sai" and popped one in the sky Just started to cry like "Somebody goin' die" Im like "bitch give me this gun" fuckin' punk (put it down ray) Ray you aint a thug, you a didunt didunt
[Chorus:] You're a DiduntDidunt Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt A DiduntDidunt To you it aint nothin to front You a DiduntDidunt A pussy that always talk about pussy When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month You a DiduntDidunt Man, i dun been where you from A DiduntDidunt You ain't come up in the slum You a DiduntDidunt Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums, son
[Bridge:] I've been all over the U.S. of A Out west with Ronson, down south with Shey (hey!) And one thing i see, everywhere that i be Is a Didunt-didunt, I've been on the bottom, been on the top Been in the club and been on the block The one thing i see, everywhere that i be Is (what?), is a Didunt-Didunt
[Verse 3:] So if you a punk, then say you a punk Type of nigga that get knocked out and say you was drunk I dont play dat, niggas stay beefin on hate that See them in the street, and like Pat, they dont Say jack (Pat Sajack) My name is Saigon, i dare a rapper to say that I ain't gonna run in the booth, and give payback Im gonna catch you while you eatin lunch Catch you with a sucker-punch (Like umph) Take that fuckin diduntdidunt
[Chorus:] You're a DiduntDidunt Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt A DiduntDidunt To you it aint nothin to front You a DiduntDidunt A pussy that always talk about pussy When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month You a DiduntDidunt Man, i dun been where you from A DiduntDidunt You ain't come up in the slum You a DiduntDidunt Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums
[Outro:] Dont get the "Diduntdidunt" stamped on your forehead Dont be like John or Ray, if you like John or Ray stay the Fuck out of my way, ya heard?, Saigon, brratt, 2010 bitch.
Well in come di ting dem a call di ol' to di new Dun know a say Sean-A-Paul a get it fi new Mike Ranson and Debbie Nova pon di track Dutty haffi bring it come back A Dutty Yeah!
With the record that was mixed a long time ago
Don't worry baby I'm a naturalist I got ya livin in Wonderland like ya name was Alice And ova here we don't keep malice We just keepin it live, we get our just ago bun gallis Dey say ya girls can't understand it Well I an I, Sean-A-Paul and well dey a nuh fret pon it So tell ya sistren get pon it A mek we roll inna di right part, pass di Cris, and bump di Chris Wallace I got di crisp bills inna mi wallet And yuh should know when mi floss ain't nobody a cyaan come stall it Anyting ya want nuh fear fi call it Sean-A-Paul, Mike Ranson we a dey pon di top alla it
All day, all night Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype All night, all day Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night It's alright
(Girl) You can take me there (yeah, mon) Day or night it's alright I go anywhere (Girl I'll take you there) Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Oonu girl) Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair) Oh baby
She a take di Bible out the city girl An we normal back it wit we it is a crazy and a tricky world Forget ti bring it ya hippie girl We gonna tug it inna di club, shake ya ass mek ya titties swirl Di way ya heart a nuh go flop me nuh ga ease up Woman fi make mi blood pressure, start to increase up Cold shoulder wey you a give me, mek me freeze up What's di hold up, what's di tease up My girl, I just want di chance to make ya body please up Too much dog wey ya hang with, dem all a fleas up Now ya say ya waan fi come smoke all a mi trees up All mi gangstas and all mi G's up Yo, yo
All day, all night Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype All night, all day Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night It's alright
(Girl) You can take me there (that's right) Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there) Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Uh, yo, hey, yo) Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair) Oh baby
Yo, yo, yo Bounce pon di track, it can't ever ova Dutty a dem a kill, di lyrical exploda Mike Ranson a help wit mi crossova
All day, all night Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it All night, all day Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it All day, all night Dutty dem a kill it, so we do it all night All night, all day
All day, all night Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype All night, all day Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night It's alright Girl!
All alone here on a Friday After all the things that I did my way I will come back, Home to my show Can I ever break out of this cold cell
Cause I'm bored And I Suck I Suck What the fuck? I suck
Cause I'm bored And I Suck I Suck What the fuck? I suck
Just tonight I saw her beauty Just enough to send some shivers through me But she walked off with some lame guy Why can't I have someone here to say hi?
Cause I'm bored And I Suck I Suck What the fuck? I suck
Cause I'm bored And I Suck I Suck What the fuck? I suck
Ooh Wee - Mark Ronson [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]
(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, yo
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off Cigars, paisley robes Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared, she asked for my info The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult That's the cause, just because We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin' Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
[Nate Dogg] When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know They say ooooooh wee When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below I'm a bad muthaf**ka, I'm way to f**kin' cold Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers They say ooooooooooh weeeee
[Trife] Aiyo, aiyo My games here to party, just to cut up a rug Don't make me wanna cut up a thug Now play something for D.J., cuz there's nothin' but love Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
