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