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Intro: Little Russ |
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Hey muthafuckin' cube, what the fuck's wrong with you? |
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You didn't kick the rest of that gangsta fairytale shit. |
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Why don't you kick it one good time. |
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Niggas on the playground wanna know what's happenin'. |
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You left em hangin man, what the fuck? |
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Verse 1: Ice Cube |
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Little boy blue is outta folsome |
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Now them three little pigs gotta roast him |
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Drivin down sesame street and I bet |
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That little muthafucker's out fuckin' smurfette |
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Ain't saw the wolf yet, but it's no doubt |
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They'll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house |
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They got the MAC-10 pointed out the coop |
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Cause they gotta follow they nose like fruit loops |
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Peeped out little miss muffet on her tuffet eatin grits |
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She saw the MAC-10 and the bitch had the shits |
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Ran into her house, called up her crew |
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Cause red riding hood wants to kill little boy blue |
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And the wolf too, what is mister rogers doing? |
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Moved out his jordan, bought him a ewing |
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Him, little boy blue and the wolf in the cellar |
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Planning on gettin cinderella |
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Cause cinderella still works for the pigs |
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Through with the dwarfs, doin' bebe's kids |
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Now snow white got the horny ass fever |
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Doin' the beauty's beast like jungle fever |
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Now the word's on the street |
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When the crews meet |
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You better make alot of room |
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Cause it's on with the pigs and them other nigs |
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When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump. |
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Verse 2: |
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Now little boy blue is up front |
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With the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt |
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Little red riding hood caught his ass slippin' |
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Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin' |
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About to get loose with the deuce deuce. |
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That's when the boy said, "What about the gang truce?" |
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The little hoe had no words |
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The wolf came around and the bitch got served |
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Three little pigs bought wigs |
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Dressed like sheep, cinderella is little bo peep |
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Tryin to creep, on the crew |
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The wolf, the rogers, the blue, they through |
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Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping |
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Now you hear the fat lady sing |
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Cinderella ran like a trick |
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To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch |
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Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken |
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In the pen to get fried like bacon |
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You still can't trust no hoe |
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And ice cube'll tell the kids how the stories, should go. |
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Outro: Little Russ |
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Yeah cube, man that shit was dope nigga. |
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You all that and a bowl of grits. |
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Nigga that shit was on props, nigga. |
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Yeah that's how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga. |
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What's happenin nigga? |
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Yeah nigga that's gangsta fairytale part 2 nigga. |
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All you trick ass niggas can't fuck with it. |
