Songtext Jack~n~da~weedstalk Danja Mowf

Jack~n~da~weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a bedtime story?Pleeeeeeeease?
Hahahah, alrightY'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 PorgieHe hooked me up with Jill from the 'VilleI 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 litthen we can just forget, the whole damn shhhhhh
Now Jack's goin North like OllieGood Golly, Miss Dolly My BabyNow it gets crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Black SheepNow up North Ba Ba's got pull
He own a sess crop wit 'tree' bags full
But now he's scheamin on the weedstoreThat's my word, I overheard, that nigga talk
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York soonI'm gonna take them beans like the dish jacked the bowlfor 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 bidsall 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 scoopon some magical sess beans on the scenethat's bound to intervene with the home team cream
Know what I mean?""
Yeah, what's gonna happen to my crack fiendslike the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Makerthe 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 spotwhere 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 incensefrom 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 cornerthey met up with Big Jack Horner"I wanna see them beans," said JackOut 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 sackLet's split,""
Nah we ain't splittin sh.. {*gun cocks*} BLAOW!""Aowww, quit, I'm hitWho'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 JeepTellin 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 Peepkeep 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 ManhattanDrivin round, Broadway ChinatownChambers, Park Road by the World TradeOn 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 foundthat the Brooklyn Bridge was fallin downfallin down, her simple ass drowned {*SPLASH*}