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!» |