[Intro: Little Russ] 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 Folsom 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 set-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