Once upon a time in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside off of 2 1 Street
There lived a young man Cinderfella’s his name
To make it interesting it’s me peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step dad
And two step brothers who treated me bad
I cooked I cleaned I scrubbed the floors
And I was like an errand boy runnin to the stores
My brothers they used to boast and brag:
«We’ve got Fubu and you’ve got rags!»
And even worse than that, to make me feel low
They gave me a skateboard, while they had low-lows
Girls used to say, «Snoop, you’re so cute
But you gets no rap with that to’ up khaki suit»
Welllll, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, «Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
The princess is having a royal ball
If you can rap, also dress fresh
You might win a date with the sweet princess»
Well I, um, ran home when I heard the newsflash
I bust through the door, straight to my step-dad
I said, «Step-dad, may I?»
And before I could finish, «Hell no!», he replied (Cinderfella!)
My brothers were goin, they were gettin down
Even Pops was goin for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!)
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted
«We can and you can’t,» is what they taunted (nana-nana-nah-nah)
They all stood there, laughin in my face
And as they walked out they said, «Clean up this place!»
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I’m the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I’m the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I’m the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I’m the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
Well I shrugged, I hissed, they all tried to diss
And I’d get them back if I had one wish
Before I could make my thought a phrase
There appeared a man from a puff of haze
He said, «What’s up, Dogg? My name is Herb
I’m your fairy Doggfather, you know it, word!
Now I’ve came here with the main purpose
Of granting you your fondest wish»
I said, «Herb, my man, just make me fresh
And I’m sure that I can handle, all the rest»
With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot
And I was jumpin in my body: a slick silk suit
On my feet was some white tube socks
And a fresh pair of Chucks from the Foot-lock
I showed him my sack, and don’t you know
With a snap, the sack became some doe-doe
Once again his hands began to flow
Then he changed my skateboard into a six-fo’ (damn!)