It's me at last the Rickster Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are
born from where we pee at
Though I definetly fiend it baby
no way chill clever mean it
Gotta be careful be told commercial ever seen it
Want a few I wrote some ask my cheatin do I know
Not a dope love the mother or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot and although
shorty honey break nigga
How you figure he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute as a bunny he tell bout the time he pickin cotton
So it ain't forgottin hope I don't spoil a nigga rotten
Also don't discriminate white
he be quite bright taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver
help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home with the quarter
I say yo shorty run to royal
Seen as a mother livin on soil
it's best to have someone to spoil
So any toy he wants he get yo kids
it worth it Mr A'Doy
Said he destroy annoy don't meen
a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
Picture friends milk and cookies
when you done with the boys game
Toy playin Ricky Jr being one of the joys name
And further taught him birds and bees
So on the nerdin birds heard the second to third
And 'dada' better be the first words too
Just kiddin gonna be a one man girl
spend a lotta me wearin
Best to care best about what money
can buy is what I be wearin
Rip these ribbons around protectin
this ain't a kid I've kept in
Don't raise ya kindergarten probably be
another major step in
Long as holdin star holdin cause yo
be loadin trips and sowin
Ya knowin throw a fancy hover in the drowin
It's kinda pleasin a ray so baby sit
no thank you heasin
Sneazin now what do I do when he cry for no reason
So any toy he wants he get yo kids
it worth it Mr A'Doy
Said he destroy annoy don't meen
a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
Baby mom under wing though if dressed I could string
Line of cuties though cling
don't wanna mess up a good thing
You know how it is when guys are
big girls seem to hog
And scream a dog or scheme for more drugs
Goin into labor date 18 of August
It's that time tellin friends congratulate's yellin
Gotta be six or premature
but thanks to God he's doin well
And givin credit where it's due while rap achievin let it
As for bills forget it cause the way
I rap don't even sweat it
Why though when me and
my husband don't fuss agree
Though son I still kinda wish
I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01 by gone be gone
there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about and since
I didn't this being the first
You know I had to write a rap about the incident
And the rose is for the squeeze
I would of sent it for no women
With the kin in it we should thank
Lord as we enter a new beginning
And like I said any toy I'm tryin ya that Ms A'Doy
That they destroy annoy don't mean
a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy