Saigon
Diduntdidunt
[Intro – Saigon]
See, John was a diduntdidunt, know'm sayin’? That’s the whole point. My man John was a f**kin’ 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*t. F**kin’ mother don't even like him. You know what I'm talkin’ ‘bout. Sh*t 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 skills 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*t 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*t
I even got a speech impediment—"You'th f**kin' lil' bath-tards"
(“That's my word, man. Any f**kin’ rapper man
I'll eat his f**kin’ 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 pu**y that always talk about pu**y when the pu**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**k you Sai!" then popped one in the sky
Just started to cry like, "Somebody gon' die"
I'm like, "B*t*h, give me this gun, you f**kin' 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 pu**y that always talk about pu**y when the pu**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 sucker-punch (like umph)
Take that, f**kin' 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 pu**y that always talk about pu**y when the pu**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**k out my way, ya heard? Saigon. Brratt! N***a. 2010, b*t*h!