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!"

"Aowww, 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