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Little and girls, they all love me
sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a or two
About a punk-ass I knew
Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his
Ran up the street cause he was hot
Met a bitch Jill on the bus stop
a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the
he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a in the ass, and he was on his way
To make money, why not?
on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana
For the man that was really
Who down the street in a Air Jordan
to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 on Lorenzoes
He out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin'

Yo yo I got sheepskins
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 of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was her dwarfs
Saw a over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy
A bad Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll the kids how the story should go

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