| Little Boy Blue is outta Folsom
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| Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
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| Driving down Sesame Street and I bet
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| That little motherfucker’s out fucking Smurfette
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| Ain’t saw the wolf yet, but it’s no doubt
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| They’ll catch his ass slipping at his grandma house
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| They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coupe
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| 'Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
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| Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eating grits
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| She saw the MAC-10 and the bitch had the shits
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| Ran into her house, called up her crew
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| 'Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
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| And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
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| Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
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| Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar
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| Planning on getting Cinderella
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| 'Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs
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| Through with the dwarfs, fucking Bebe’s kids
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| Now Snow White got the horny ass fever
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| Fucking the Beauty’s Beast like Jungle Fever
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| Now the word’s on the street
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| When the crews meet, you better make some fucking room
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| 'Cause it’s on with the pigs and them other nigs
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| When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump!
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody)
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump
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| Now Little Boy Blue is up front
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| With the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
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| Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slipping
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| Drew down on the boy 'cause the bitch is set-tripping
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| About to get loose with the deuce, deuce
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| That’s when the boy said, «What about the gang truce?»
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| The little hoe had no words
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| The wolf came around and the bitch got served
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| Three little pigs bought wigs
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| Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep
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| Trying to creep, on the crew
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| The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through
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| 'Cause the pigs did the buck, buck, bang, ping
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| Now you hear the fat lady sing
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| Cinderella ran like a bitch
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| To the payphone 'cause the bitch is still a snitch
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| Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken
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| In the pen to get fried like bacon
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| You still can’t trust no hoe
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| And Ice Cube’ll tell the kids how the stories should go
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| Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope, nigga! |
| You all that and a bowl of grits,
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| nigga, that shit was on props, nigga! |
| Yeah, that’s how you kick that shit for
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| the ninety-deuce, nigga! |
| What’s happening, nigga?! |
| Yeah, nigga, that’s Gangsta
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| Fairytale part 2 nigga! |
| Y’all trick-ass niggas can’t fuck with it! |