[Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube]
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[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
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[young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
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[door swings shut, car peels out]
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[Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man
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[Cube] Whassup man?
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[Russ] Why you...
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[Cube] Whassup?
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[Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
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and the niggaz? Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The
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fuckin kids?!
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[Cube] Word
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[Verse One: Ice Cube]
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Little boys and girls, they all love me
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Come sit on the lap of I-C-E
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And let me tell ya a story or two
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About a punk-ass nigga I knew
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Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
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Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
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Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
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Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop
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Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
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At that type of shit he's a pro
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So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap
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Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
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Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
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Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
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To make some money, why not?
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Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
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There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
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Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
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For the man that was really important
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Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
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Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
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Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
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He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
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Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins
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[Little Bo Peep]
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Yo yo I got them sheepskins
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Yo, my empty sheepskins
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Yo baby, what's up with that?
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Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
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Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
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I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course
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Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
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Saw a fight over colors, too
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Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
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A bad influence? Yo I don't know
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But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
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[Interlude: Little Russ]
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Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
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This is Little Russ in the house
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Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
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(Well, you know the rest)
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[Verse Two: Ice Cube]
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
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With a joint, drinkin some 8-ball
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Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville
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Lookin for, the wolf to kill
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They're fucked up and they want revenge
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Them and Humpty used to be friends
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Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
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Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
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Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
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And Mister Rogers is gettin mighty jealous
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Of the cash that the pigs were makin
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Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon
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Cause Mister Rogers found out quick
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That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits
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They said that the motherfuckin wolf was next
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So Mister Rogers better watch his step
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So he let the wolf know
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We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho
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Cause Cinderella is much too fast
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Before twelve, givin up ass
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Double barrels all loaded and cocked
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As soon as they show, they gonna get popped
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They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em
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Little Boy Blue is up front givin orders
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Little did they know Cinderella was a fink
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She called the cops and got thrown in the clink
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A bad influence? Yo, I don't know
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But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go
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[Outro: Little Russ, Ice Cube]
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[Cube] Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you?
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[Russ] Yeah you aight, you in the house
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We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa
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[Cube] Yeah you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass
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[Barney Rubble] Some bedtime story huh?
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[Bugs Bunny] It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here
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[Andrew Dice Clay] Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her
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A Gangsta's Fairytale
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