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

Yo yo I got them
Yo, my sheepskins
Yo baby, what's up that?

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

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