[Intro: Little Russ]
Hey motherf**in Cube, what the f** wrong with you?
You didn't kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale sh**
Why don't you kick it one good time
n***az on the playground wanna know what's happenin
You left em hangin man, what the f**?
[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 motherf**er's out f**in Smurfette
Ain't saw the wolf yet, but it's no doubt
They'll catch his a** 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 b**h had the sh**s
Ran into her house, called up her crew
Cause Red Riding Hood wants to k** 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, f**in Bebe's kids
Now Snow White got the horny a** fever
f**in the Beauty's Beast like Jungle Fever
Now the word's on the street
When the crews meet
You better make some f**in 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 a** slippin
Drew down on the boy cause the b**h 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 b**h 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 b**h
To the pay phone cause the b**h 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 sh** was dope n***a
You all that and a bowl of grits
n***a that sh** was on props, n***a!
Yeah that's how you kick that sh** for the ninety-deuce, n***a
What's happenin n***a?!
Yeah n***a that's Gangsta Fairytale part 2 n***a
All you trick-a** n***az can't f** with it