Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-*** Ayo, beep it, can you keep it down while I rock? Tick-tock about this chick around the block She was hot-posed to the most hoes, there's no boastin' Back in 85, she was live, yo, no jokin' A real go-getter, didn't try and sweat her Fifteen years old and she was pushin' her cheddar She had loot, moms and pops, dukes had to bankin' She walked around school and the stunt would act stank And this young miss only dated older fellas My slang couldn't hang, no thang, I wasn't jealous of her Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-*** Oh, yeah, where was I? Bustin', now I'm ready Now it's 87 and this thing is goin' steady She was coolin', chillin' cause her man was makin' papers Tellin' all her friends that these niggas 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, bruised her, fractured her wrist Then her tummy got flat behind her back, gettin' this I was buggin', enough on the stuff that I was singin' But that's how it goes for the hoes when they bein' Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-*** Ayo, 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, truth, it didn't matter She was kickin' it to my man, Stan, who's livin' fatter Then me hop, chillin' in my hoodie and my Reeboks Now she's in a jam cause Stan was slingin' rocks But look at me now, funny cause it's the on and after I'm Pappa, a nappy-headed underground rapper Word to Mom Duke, she was soup, so I took her to my show Just to show my niggas that the hooker was Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-*** Ah, the show is back, now it's back to the root G Yo, mirror, this is where Loretta tried to do me My neck was on her tongue, ebbs was gettin' swung Phrase was gettin' biz with the friend that she rung Then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a Then she lit the mood-a, oh, shoot-a, I screwed her I showed her, I wrote her, from here to North Dakota I gang-banged the boots like a Brooklyn troop porter I shucked it in her, I busted under, she was starving So I pushed in the bush till the silk started fartin' Cause she was Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-*** Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-*** Boop-a-***-***-diddly-***-***