Dums Dums

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Dums dums)

Ay-yo, peep it, can you keep it down while I rock?

Tick tock about this chick around the block

She was high host, to the most hostess, no boasting

Back in '85, she was live, yo, no joking

A real go-getter, didn't try and sweat her

Fifteen years old and she was pushin' a Jetta

She had loot, Moms and Pops Dukes had the bankin'

She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin'

This young miss only dated older fellas

My slang couldn't hang, no thang, I wasn't jealous of her

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Dums dums)

Oh, yeah, where was I? Bustin', now I'm ready

Now it's '87 and Miss Thing is goin' steady

She was schoolin', chillin', 'cause her man was makin' papers

Tellin' all her friends that these **** caught the vapors

He found her, phoned her, then, yo, he boned her

Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her

He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist

Then her tummy got fat, behind her back, gettin' dissed

I was buggin', 'nuff on the stuff that I was seein'

But that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein'

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Dums dums)

Aye-yo, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser

Remember that chick Loretta, back in the days I used to sweat her?

I wanted to smoke the boots, true, it didn't matter

She was kickin' it to my man, Stan, who's livin' fatter than me?

Hops, chillin' in my hoodie and my Reeboks

Now she's in a jam 'cause Stan was slangin' rocks, but

Look at me now, honey, 'cause it's the morning after

I'm dapper, a nappy-headed underground rapper

Word to Mom Dukes, she was zoot, so I took her to my show

Just to show my **** that the hooker was

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Dums dums)

Ah, the shows was fat, now it's back to the room, G

Yo, mirror, this is where Loretta tried to do me

My neck was on her tongue, Eps was gettin' swung

Krayz was gettin' biz' with the friend that she brung

Then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-uh

Then she lit the Buddha, oh, shoot-uh, I screwed her

I showed her, I rode her from here to North Dakota

I gang banged the boots like a Brooklyn troop oughta

I stuck it in her ****, bust a ****, she was starvin'

So I pushed in the bush till the **** started partin', 'cause she was

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Dums dums)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Diddy-diddy, dum-dum)

Dum, dum, dilly-dee, dum-dum (Dums dums)