Dum Ditty Dum

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes (Stunna) The Pack, yes (All day), uh, yes Young L Productions (Haha) Get it rockin' (Get it rockin' in this bitch) [Verse 1] Stunna, huh, I'm a B-town boy (B-town boy) Heard niggas wanna play so I'm grippin' on my toy (Yeah) And, no, you can't find this at Toys R Us (At Toys R Us) Never keep it on safety, so it stay on bust ('Cause it stay on bust) 'Cause phony niggas 'round here, man, I just don't trust Yeah, South Berkeley, where I lay my head at (Where I lay my head at) Where real niggas from the block come and make bread at (Bread at) And it's a fact, your boy's a mack Young Stunna in the club, a nigga don't know how to act I tell her, "Break your back, make it shake and clap" (Shake and clap) "Put it on my lap, yeah, shake your crack" (Shake your crack) Get your motherfuckin' melon bust thinkin' you can fuck with us Gorilla pimp, slappin' so hard, her mama limp And I'm off grapes, get me high like the Goodyear blimp (Stunna) And I'm the best, and if you want, we can bet And if you say the name Keith, his last name better be Sweat, nigga [Chorus] Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba [Verse 2] All on a bitch, spit game and I broke her (Game and I broke her) Sign for a mill', get a scraper and I'm yokin' (Yokin') Burn seventy-five on some Nikes, different colors (Nikes, different colors) Wolfpack, we all brothers from another (Brothers from another) It's them same four niggas and we still comin' clean (Yeah) Stupid like Mac Dre, yadadimean? (Yadadimean?) I'm a boss tycoon when it come to this shit And I'm eatin' at you niggas like flies eat shit (Like flies eat shit) Got a big booty bitch and you know she humped over (Frisco, nigga) Rollin' through the bitch like a fuckin' Range Rover Why niggas hatin' on me and my Wolfpack clique? 'Cause we stick together and on the mic we sick (On the mic we sick) They say birds of a feather flock together So this Wolfpack clique gon' be here forever (We gon' be here forever) I go to B-High, but all the bitches get low And if you're a broke-ass bitch, then you know you gotta go, ayy [Chorus] Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba (Ba-ba, ba) Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba (Ba-ba, ba) [Verse 3] These lil' niggas crazy as fuck Like a pack of wild dogs, they'll raise you up Get up outta here, bitch, with your lazy butt Make some money so I can keep blazin' up I'm the big bad wolf, girl, but I won't eat you Act like a drum machine, then I'm gon' beat you (Yeah) Like Young L on the beat Woofer so loud, give 'em hell on the street Pulled a lil' bitch up out the club She said, "Pull your lil' dick out, we 'bout to fuck" Pulled a big dick out, she said, "What is this? Your name is Too $hort, why you so fuckin' big?" Bitch, why your pussy so little? You want me to go down and eat your vittles? (What?) And you know how I'm mackin' Keep bein' stupid (Bitch), and I'ma start actin' [Chorus] Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba (Ba-ba, ba) Dum, ditty, dum-dum, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba (Ba-ba, ba)