Hey motherfuckin Cube  what the fuck wrong with you?
 You didn't kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit
 Why don't you kick it one good time
 Niggaz on the playground wanna know what's happenin
 You left em hangin man  what the fuck?

 Verse One: Ice Cube

 Little Boy Blue is outta Folsome
 Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
 Drivin down Sesame Street and I bet
 That little motherfucker's out fuckin Smurfette
 Ain't saw the wolf yet, but it's no doubt
 They'll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house
 They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coop
 Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
 Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eatin grits
 She saw the Mac-10 and the bitch had the shits
 Ran into her house, called up her crew
 Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
 And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
 Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
 Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar
 Planning on gettin Cinderella
 Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs
 Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe's kids
 Now Snow White got the horny ass fever
 Fuckin the Beauty's Beast like Jungle Fever
 Now the word's on the street
 When the crews meet
 You better make some fuckin room
 Cause it's on with the pigs and them other nigs
 When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump

 Verse Two

 Now Little Boy Blue is up front
 WIth the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
 Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slippin
 Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin
 About to get loose with the deuce deuce
 That's when the boy said, "What about the gang truce?"
 The little hoe had no words
 The wolf came around and the bitch got served
 Three little pigs bought wigs
 Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep
 Tryin to creep, on the crew
 The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through
 Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping
 Now you hear the fat lady sing
 Cinderella, ran like a bitch
 To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch
 Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken
 In the pen to get fried like bacon
 You still can't trust no hoe
 And Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories, should go


 Outro: Little Russ

 Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope nigga
 You all that and a bowl of grits
 Nigga that shit was on props, nigga!
 Yeah that's how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga
 What's happenin nigga?!
 Yeah nigga that's Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga
 All you trick-ass niggaz can't fuck with it