Uncle Danjaahhhh could you read us a bedtime story?
Pleeeeeeeease?
Hahahah alright
Y`all shorties get into bed
And I`ll get the story book knahmsayin?
You all tucked in?
(Yes yes yes we are)
Here we go
[Danja Mowf]
Once upon a time I went to an orgy with Georgie Porgie
He hooked me up with Jill from the `Ville
I found my thrill she wasn`t on the pill
Now Jack`s in my grill frontin who he gonna kill?
Nigga chill, take these beans and a-walk (uh-huh)
Plant em in New York and they`ll grow into a weedstalk
He asked me, Was the chronic ?
I said, Ask them three mice, them rodents STAY nice
Hush my nigga, don`t say a word
This, be the bomb if you ain`t heard
If this weed don`t get you lit
then we can just forget, the whole damn shhhhhh
Now Jack`s goin North like Ollie
Good Golly, Miss Dolly My Baby
Now it gets crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Black Sheep
Now up North Ba Ba`s got pull
He own a sess crop wit `tree` bags full
But now he`s scheamin on the weedstore
That`s my word, I overheard, that nigga talk
He said, We`ll be arrivin in New York soon
I`m gonna take them beans like the dish jacked the bowl
for a spoon - meet me on the ave about noon
Right on the corner, and bring Big Jack Horner
Well Jack Horner got his OWN corner (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a brand new crack shoe
What could that old lady do?
They got her kids servin bids
all the rest servin rock on the block {*phone rings*}
It`s a call on the horn Jack!
Hey my man Simple Simon, what you wanna get high man?
Nah troop, but I got the scoop
on some magical sess beans on the scene
that`s bound to intervene with the home team cream
Know what I mean?
Yeah, what`s gonna happen to my crack fiends
like the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Maker
the Pied Piper, and Peter Piper would get hyper
Little Miss Muffett couldn`t puff it
And how would the Billy Goats Gruff get blowed? Oh no!
The kid`s got to go, the kid`s got to get it
So call Ba Ba, tell the Black Sheep I`m widdit
Yeah, well Black Sheep told Jack you know a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the weed would grow a lot
He also knew the Golden Goose, with the juice
And word to his Mother Hubbard, he could introduce
{*tires peel*} They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack bought a five, ??, and some incense
from Big Peter, the bean pie eater
And Jack Sprat, the cat who didn`t eat pork fat
At the end of the alley on the corner
they met up with Big Jack Horner
I wanna see them beans, said Jack
Out came the sack, out came the gat from Horner`s back
Aiyyo this little niggy`s got a drug market (right)
This little niggy`s got a gun (right)
This little niggy`s got the most beef (right)
so you little niggies gettin done! {*automatic*}
Let`s run, B. Nimble, B. Quick, Ba Ba get the sack
Let`s split,
Nah we ain`t splittin sh.. {*gun cocks*} BLAOW!
Ao quit, I`m hit
Who`s the culprit?
Black Sheep then admits
It`s me old man, I shot you
Point blank range with a thirty-two
With a click-clack boom-bap straight to the dome
Black Sheep, Bo Peep rollin home, hah hah!
Black Sheep laughin in the Jeep
Tellin Bo Peep bout the dough he`s gonna reap
The mansions, the yachts, the cars in the garage
The weed would feed, yes indeed, livin large
But all that thinkin never thought of that Bo Peep
keep a deuce-deuce in the garter strap
Now I`m the quarterback, wanna stay alive? Take a dive
A bullet or the ground, yo I`m doin fifty-five
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo Peep`s scattin in Manhattan
Drivin round, Broadway Chinatown
Chambers, Park Road by the World Trade
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout gettin paid
And how she`d have it made with the beans in the ground
Too bad she didn`t look around, she woulda found
that the Brooklyn Bridge was fallin down
fallin down, her simple ass drowned {*SPLASH*}
