Jack~n~da~weedstalk Lyrics - Singles - Danja Mowf

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a bedtime story? 

Pleeeeeeeease? 

Hahahah, alright 

Y'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 Porgie 

He hooked me up with Jill from the 'Ville 

I 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 lit 

then we can just forget, the whole damn shhhhhh 

Now Jack's goin North like Ollie 

Good Golly, Miss Dolly My Baby 

Now it gets crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh) 

in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Black Sheep 

Now up North Ba Ba's got pull 

He own a sess crop wit 'tree' bags full 

But now he's scheamin on the weedstore 

That's my word, I overheard, that nigga talk 

He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York soon 

I'm gonna take them beans like the dish jacked the bowl 

for 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 bids 

all 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 scoop 

on some magical sess beans on the scene 

that's bound to intervene with the home team cream 

Know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, what's gonna happen to my crack fiends 

like the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Maker 

the 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 spot 

where 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 incense 

from 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 corner 

they met up with Big Jack Horner 

"I wanna see them beans," said Jack 

Out 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 sack 

Let's split," 

"Nah we ain't splittin sh.. {*gun cocks*} BLAOW!" 

"Aowww, quit, I'm hit 

Who'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 Jeep 

Tellin 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 Peep 

keep 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 Manhattan 

Drivin round, Broadway Chinatown 

Chambers, Park Road by the World Trade 

On 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 found 

that the Brooklyn Bridge was fallin down 

fallin down, her simple ass drowned {*SPLASH*}