| I’m so sick, of all these rappers, MC’s talkin' 'bout they thugs
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| Yo we been thugged out since Cub Scouts, you know what that means?
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| When y’all were breakin in line, we were breakin spines
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| We didn’t have no slip knots, we had nooses
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| We have Girl Scout cookies, reach in here if it breaks you’ll feel 'em!
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| THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS — best believe
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| We are guaranteed to make you bleed
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| Jumpin out of swings, kickin in teeth
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| THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS — yes indeed
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| Yo; |
| bailing on my Big Wheel, dressed to kill
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| Jeans with the knee pads, slanted Raccoon hat
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| Wiffleball bat in my holster, rollin
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| Supersoaker filled with piss, patrollin
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| Thugged out, get drugged out of your own treehouse
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| Hangin hives on jungle gyms, lettin the bees out
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| Girls want beef like Arby’s, melt they Barbies
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| My Cub Scouts were a miniature sinister army
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| In the cafeteria didn’t let shit slide
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| Hit guys up for they milk and shepherd’s pie
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| You want extra pizza? |
| Here’s yo' slice
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| I’m the line leader BITCH, run yo' Nikes (give me your shoes!)
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| Hit y’all, thought you knew I’m the shit dog
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| That’s what you get for rollin all hard in kickball (fucker!)
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| Fartknocker, you better hope class lasts
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| Cause at recess your ass is grass
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| No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout
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| Hoppin off my BMX, punchin niggas in the mouth (ooh!)
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| A little bad-ass nigga, fuck hide’n’seek
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| I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week
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| Splittin' niggas wigs and takin' their G.I. |
| Joes
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| Lunch money, you name it, baby, I got to have it, yo
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| Talk shit and feel my hands grip ya fuckin throat
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| Girls hated me cause I would always steal they jump rope (bitch!)
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| Now let a bigga nigga say somethin stupid
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| Smack him with the bat, lay his ass out flat
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| Why must the nappy head boy, be like that
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| Where’s the home trainin? |
| He’s like an animal with no tamin
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| Who you blamin when your son gets snatched up
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| Smacked up, Derrick Green again, he’s bout to act up
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| And while you playin dodgeball I’ll be tappin jaws
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| Here comes that boy again! |
| Yo he’s worse than a Chuckie doll
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| THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS — best believe
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| We are guaranteed to make you bleed
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| Jumpin out of swings, kickin in teeth
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| THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS — yes indeed
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| Jugga Bully wasn’t at all popular
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| Until that day I beat down the hall monitor
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| I used to use small binoculars
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| To look at girls through this hole in the wall
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| That led directly to the stalls where the broads lockers were
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| And they were usually all topless or leanin over to tie their shoes
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| That’s when I bust through, and make my move to grab at least 5 boobs
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| And this ain’t high school, this is kindergarten
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| Juggs was into arson, burned the media center into carbons
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| I guess I had mental problems, but then again
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| I think my problems started when the school nurse put me on Ritalin
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| (Blame her!) Y’all put sugar in gas tanks
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| I put boogers on the substitute’s glass and he drank
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| I had pics of a hooker with the principal, gettin his ass spanked
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| I guess I had a passion for pranks
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| I wasn’t scared of the teachers (nah)
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| Juggs was gettin head under the bleachers
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| Durin the Pledge of Allegiance, that’s what I’m bout
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| Hey! |
| Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg?
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| I’ll stab you dead in yo' eye with a Lincoln Log
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| Oh you think I’m soft because I rock Izod?
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| Pull out the sawed off ' «Oh my God!»
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| Even though I never been hauled off to juvenile detention
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| I done things too vile to mention
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| I was too demented; |
| remember when Baby Jessica fell in the well?
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| I threw her in it!
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| I always been a sick kid
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| Took hella Valiums and all type of doctor’s prescriptions
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| And when the Den Leader gave me stress
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| I smacked him in the grill with my Merit Badge vest
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| Nevertheless, classmates learned never to test
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| Unless they want a spitball stuck to they neck
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| Oh you think it’s funny? |
| I’ll beat you down
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| Screamin out my buddy, my buddy, my buddy!
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| My buddy and meeeee!
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| «That boy’s one mean motherfucker!» |