CunninLynguists - Thugged Out Since Cubscouts Lyrics
f/ Jugga the Bully{*dramatic Italian music plays, like "The Godfather"*"Uh-oh! Here comes trouble!"[Intro]I'm SO SICK, of all these rappers, MC's talkin bout they thugsYo we been thugged out since Cub Scouts, you know what that means?When y'all were breakin in line, we were breakin spinesWe didn't have no slip knots, we had noosesWe have Girl Scout cookies, reach in here if it breaks you'll feel 'em![Chorus: repeat 2X]THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - best believeWe are guaranteed to make you bleedJumpin out of swings, kickin in teethTHUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - yes indeed[Verse One: Deacon the Villain]Yo; bailing on my Big Wheel, dressed to killJeans with the knee pads, slanted Raccoon hatWiffleball bat in my holster, rollinSupersoaker filled with piss, patrollinThugged out, get drugged out of your own treehouseHangin hives on jungle gyms, lettin the bees outGirls want beef like Arby's, melt they BarbiesMy Cub Scouts were a miniature sinister armyIn the cafeteria didn't let shit slideHit guys up for they milk and shepherd's pieYou want extra pizza?Here's yo' slice {*blade sound*I'm the line leader *****, run yo' Nikes (give me your shoes!)Hit y'all, thought you knew I'm the shit dogThat's what you get for rollin all hard in kickball (*****er!)Fartknocker, you better hope class lastsCause at recess your ass is grass[Verse Two: Mr. Raw]No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub ScoutHoppin off my BMX, punchin niggaz in the mouth {*BAM* (ooh!)A little bad-ass nigga, ***** hide'n'seekI was gettin a whippin from momma like every weekSplittin niggaz wigs and takin their G.I. JoesLunch money you name it baby I got to have it yoTalk shit and feel my hands grip ya *****in throatGirls hated me cause I would always steal they jump rope (*****!)Now let a bigga nigga say somethin stupidSmack him with the bat, lay his ass out flatWhy must the nappy head boy, be like thatWhere's the home trainin?He's like an animal with no taminWho you blamin when your son gets snatched upSmacked up, Derrick Green again, he's bout to act upAnd while you playin dodgeball I'll be tappin jawsHere comes that boy again!Yo he's worse than a Chuckie doll[Chorus][Verse Three: Jugga the Bully]Jugga Bully wasn't at all popularuntil that day I beat down the hall monitorI used to use small binocularsto look at girls through this hole in the wallthat led directly to the stalls where the broads lockers wereAnd they were usually all topless or leanin over to tie their shoesthat's when I bust through, and make my move to grab at least 5 *****sAnd this ain't high school, this is kindergartenJuggs was into arson, burned the media center into carbonsI guess I had mental problems, but then againI think my problems started when the school nurse put me on Ritalin(Blame her!) Y'all put gas in sugar tanksI put boogers on the substitute's glass and he drankI had pics of a hooker with the principal, gettin his ass spankedI wasn't scared of the teachers (nah)Juggs was gettin head under the bleachersdurin the Pledge of Allegiance, that's what I'm bout[Verse Four]Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg?I'll stab you dead in yo' eye with the Lincoln LogOh you think I'm soft because I rock Izod?Pull out the sawed off ' "Oh my God!" {*chkchk-BOOM*Even though I never been hauled off to juvenile detentionI done things too vile to mentionI was too demented; remember when Baby Jessica fell in the well?I threw her in it!!I always been a sick kidTook hella Valiums and all type of doctor's prescriptionsAnd when the Den Leader gave me stressI smacked him in the grill with my Merit Badge vestNevertheless, classmates learned never to testunless they want a spitball stuck to they neckOh you think it's funny?I'll beat you downscreamin out my buddy, my buddy, my buddy!{*singing* My buddy and meeeee!"That boy's one mean mother*****er!"
