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Uncle Danjaahhhh could you read us a bedtime story?
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Pleeeeeeeease?
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Hahahah alright
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Y'all shorties get into bed
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And I'll get the story book knahmsayin?
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You all tucked in?
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(Yes yes yes we are)
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Here we go
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[Danja Mowf]
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Once upon a time I went to an orgy with Georgie Porgie
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He hooked me up with Jill from the 'Ville
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I found my thrill she wasn't on the pill
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Now Jack's in my grill frontin who he gonna kill?
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Nigga chill, take these beans and a-walk (uh-huh)
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Plant em in New York and they'll grow into a weedstalk
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He asked me, "Was the chronic ?"
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I said, "Ask them three mice, them rodents STAY nice"
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Hush my nigga, don't say a word
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This, be the bomb if you ain't heard
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If this weed don't get you lit
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then we can just forget, the whole damn shhhhhh
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Now Jack's goin North like Ollie
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Good Golly, Miss Dolly My Baby
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Now it gets crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
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in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Black Sheep
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Now up North Ba Ba's got pull
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He own a sess crop wit 'tree' bags full
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But now he's scheamin on the weedstore
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That's my word, I overheard, that nigga talk
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He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York soon
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I'm gonna take them beans like the dish jacked the bowl
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for a spoon - meet me on the ave about noon
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Right on the corner, and bring Big Jack Horner"
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Well Jack Horner got his OWN corner (yeah)
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His own avenue, crew, and a brand new crack shoe
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What could that old lady do?
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They got her kids servin bids
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all the rest servin rock on the block {*phone rings*}
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"It's a call on the horn Jack!"
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"Hey my man Simple Simon, what you wanna get high man?"
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"Nah troop, but I got the scoop
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on some magical sess beans on the scene
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that's bound to intervene with the home team cream
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Know what I mean?"
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"Yeah, what's gonna happen to my crack fiends
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like the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Maker
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the Pied Piper, and Peter Piper would get hyper
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Little Miss Muffett couldn't puff it
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And how would the Billy Goats Gruff get blowed? Oh no!
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The kid's got to go, the kid's got to get it
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So call Ba Ba, tell the Black Sheep I'm widdit"
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Yeah, well Black Sheep told Jack you know a spot
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where the fiends go a lot and the weed would grow a lot
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He also knew the Golden Goose, with the juice
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And word to his Mother Hubbard, he could introduce
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{*tires peel*} They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
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Jack bought a five, ??, and some incense
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from Big Peter, the bean pie eater
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And Jack Sprat, the cat who didn't eat pork fat
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At the end of the alley on the corner
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they met up with Big Jack Horner
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"I wanna see them beans," said Jack
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Out came the sack, out came the gat from Horner's back
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"Aiyyo this little niggy's got a drug market (right)
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This little niggy's got a gun (right)
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This little niggy's got the most beef (right)
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so you little niggies gettin done! {*automatic*}
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Let's run, B. Nimble, B. Quick, Ba Ba get the sack
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Let's split,"
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"Nah we ain't splittin sh.. {*gun cocks*} BLAOW!"
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"Aowww, quit, I'm hit
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Who's the culprit?"
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Black Sheep then admits
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"It's me old man, I shot you
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Point blank range with a thirty-two
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With a click-clack boom-bap straight to the dome
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Black Sheep, Bo Peep rollin home, hah hah!"
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Black Sheep laughin in the Jeep
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Tellin Bo Peep bout the dough he's gonna reap
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The mansions, the yachts, the cars in the garage
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The weed would feed, yes indeed, livin large
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But all that thinkin never thought of that Bo Peep
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keep a deuce-deuce in the garter strap
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"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna stay alive? Take a dive
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A bullet or the ground, yo I'm doin fifty-five"
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{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo Peep's scattin in Manhattan
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Drivin round, Broadway Chinatown
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Chambers, Park Road by the World Trade
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On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout gettin paid
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And how she'd have it made with the beans in the ground
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Too bad she didn't look around, she woulda found
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that the Brooklyn Bridge was fallin down
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fallin down, her simple ass drowned {*SPLASH*}
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Jack~n~da~Weedstalk
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| Danja Mowf |
