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 wit 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 Crying Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit 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 Crying 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

Wit 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