Lyrics Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts - CunninLynguists

Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts - CunninLynguists
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Will Rap for Food, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English

Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts

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

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