[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