Saigon - Diduntdidunt lyrics

[Intro – Saigon] See, John was a diduntdidunt, know'm sayin'? That's the whole point. My man John was a f**in' diduntdidunt. Holla. You know you got them diduntdidunt n***as in the hood, know'm sayin'? n***as who don't mean nothin' to nobody and sh**. f**in' mother don't even like him. You know what I'm talkin' ‘bout. sh** like… [Verse 1 – Saigon] In junior high, I knew a kid named John One day John started thinkin' he could rhyme He used to see me battle with n***as one at a time He figured he'd test his sk**s against mine He came up to me one day and said, "Hey n***as saying you mean, lord. Spit sixteen, god" I said, "No pa, I'm good" He said, "Well, I'mma spit some sh** then. You know, rep for my hood Check it: we ride drops, we pop mad shots We even got 20-inch rims on the yacht" I told him to stop The n***a ain't listen—he kept goin' So I punch duke in his mouth while he was flowin' He got up off the ground and said, "Why'd you hit me?" "You a diduntdidunt. Here's a shot to the kidney" The Mike Tyson of the rap sh** I even got a speech impediment—"You f**in' lil' ba*tards" (“That's my word, man. Any f**in' rapper man I'll eat his f**in' children, man. Bring him to me, man”) [Hook – Saigon] You a diduntdidunt—rappin 'bout ya gun and ya blunt A diduntdidunt—to you, it ain't nothin' to front You a diduntdidunt—a p**y that always talk about p**y when the p**y prolly ain't had none in a month You a diduntdidunt. Man, I done 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 [Verse 2 – Saigon] See, see back in the day, I knew a kid named Ray He was kind of sweet, so n***as thought he was gay Every day, 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 Said if he couldn't play then n***as'll have to pay Now me being the man that I am Threw the ball at him and told a n***a to scram He reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearin' Pulled out a jammy no bigger than his hand He said, "f** you Sai!" then popped one in the sky Just started to cry like, "Somebody gon' die" I'm like, "b**h, give me this gun, you f**in' punk" (Put it down Ray) Ray you ain't a thug, you a diduntdidunt [Hook – Saigon] You a diduntdidunt—rappin 'bout ya gun and ya blunt A diduntdidunt—to you, it ain't nothin' to front You a diduntdidunt—a p**y that always talk about p**y when the p**y prolly ain't had none in a month You a diduntdidunt. Man, I done 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 [Bridge – Saigon] 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 what?) Is a diduntdidunt 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 diduntdidunt [Verse 3 – Saigon] So if you a punk, then say you a punk Type of n***a that get knocked out and say you was drunk I don't play that, n***as stay beefin' on ADAT See them in the street, like Pat—they don't say jack (Sajak) My name is Saigon—I dare a rapper to say that I ain't gon' run in the booth and get payback I'mma catch you while you eatin' lunch Catch you with a s**er-punch (like umph) Take that, f**in' diduntdidunt [Hook – Saigon] You a diduntdidunt—rappin 'bout ya gun and ya blunt A diduntdidunt—to you, it ain't nothin' to front You a diduntdidunt—a p**y that always talk about p**y when the p**y prolly ain't had none in a month You a diduntdidunt. Man, I done 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 [Outro – Saigon] Don't get the "Diduntdidunt" stamped on your forehead. Allido, we here. Yeah. Don't be like John or Ray. If you like John or Ray, stay the f** out my way, ya heard? Saigon. Brratt! n***a. 2010, b**h!