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Little boys and girls, all love me
sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me ya a story or two
About a nigga I knew
Named Jack, he that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and his dick
Ran up the street cause he was hot
Met a named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit a pro
So and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, him the claps
he had to go see Dr. Bombay
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 in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, grew
For the man that was important
Who lived the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and
Drove a 500 sittin on
He broke out, Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her sellin' sheepskins

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

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

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