[Verse 1]
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang I don't wanna warn you
About how the no bs rapper just fooled you
I have no other feelings than angry
If you feel happy taste the tasty
Wait why dinga danga
Call your sister. Call your brotha
Nobody wants to hear these rhymes
They are too heat. Yours are sour like limes

[Chorus]
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya

[Verse 2]
Nobody wanna have fun
Everybody exercising on the run
They wanna be fit to hear the heat
No other producer can make this beat
I wanna be a show off
I hope I ain’t one of the rappers that fall off
Hard I never wanna be like that
Cypress Hill ain't goin out like that
Inspiration takes me to my dreams
Your rhymes are bad, so as it seems
Listen to the song you sang
Not very catchy dinga dang

[Chorus]
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Here goes a little producer named Wild Wes
I bet his beats are gonna make you say yes
I repeat my rhymes so lightly
But my beats are so heavy
Never mention the best of the Wild
I've never seen a person that never smiled
You are not lucky. It’s no gonna go well
For you. What other garbage do you sell
Hey Lil C don't say this to me
Are the bad rappers all dat ya see
Rappers in the game making that money
Oh sorry I ain't asking for money honey

[Chorus]
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya
Dinga Ding Dinga Dang yo yo ya