Dum Ditty Dum

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
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
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
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)
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'
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)