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Little boys and girls, they all me
Come sit on the lap of
And let me tell ya a or two
About a punk-ass I knew
Named Jack, he wasn't nimble, wasn't that quick
over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus
Dropped a or two, and he had the hoe
At type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the
Then he had to go see Dr.
Got a in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
Down on Sesame Street, the spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a
Sold out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was important
Who down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister and hoes
a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin'

Yo yo I got them
Yo, my empty
Yo baby, up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was o'clock
Cinderella ain't home be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of
Had a fight Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a over colors, too
Red Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the how the story should go

Yeah money, it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little in the house
Rock shit homey, rock that shit!