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...
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"
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Compositor:Publicado em 2003 e lançado em 2012 (24/Abr)ECAD verificado fonograma #6057514 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM