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Little boys and girls, all love me
sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a or two
a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't quick
over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named on the bus stop
a line or two, and he had the hoe
At type of shit he's a pro
So and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
bitch, gave 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
he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really
Who lived down the in a Air Jordan
to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, out
Saw, her and her friends sellin'

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

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

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