Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts Lyrics
| Song | Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | Will Rap for Food |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bully, Cunninlynguists ... | |
| {*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 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! | |
| (Chorus: repeat 2X) | |
| 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 | |
| (Verse One: Deacon the Villain) | |
| 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 {*blade sound*} | |
| 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 | |
| (Verse Two: Mr. Raw) | |
| No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout | |
| Hoppin off my BMX, punchin niggaz in the mouth {*BAM*} (ooh!) | |
| A little bad-ass nigga, fuck hide'n'seek | |
| I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week | |
| Splittin niggaz 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 | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse Three: Jugga the Bully) | |
| 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 (haha) | |
| 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 | |
| (Verse Four) | |
| Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg? | |
| I'll stab you dead in yo' eye with the Lincoln Log | |
| Oh 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 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! | |
| {*singing*} My buddy and meeeee! | |
| "That boy's one mean motherfucker!" |
| zuo qu : Bully, Cunninlynguists ... | |
| dramatic Italian music plays, like " The Godfather" | |
| " Uhoh! Here comes trouble!" | |
| Intro | |
| 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! | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| 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 | |
| Verse One: Deacon the Villain | |
| 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 blade sound | |
| 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 | |
| Verse Two: Mr. Raw | |
| No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout | |
| Hoppin off my BMX, punchin niggaz in the mouth BAM ooh! | |
| A little badass nigga, fuck hide' n' seek | |
| I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week | |
| Splittin niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Jugga the Bully | |
| 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 haha | |
| 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 | |
| Verse Four | |
| Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg? | |
| I' ll stab you dead in yo' eye with the Lincoln Log | |
| Oh you think I' m soft because I rock Izod? | |
| Pull out the sawed off ' " Oh my God!" chkchkBOOM | |
| 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! | |
| singing My buddy and meeeee! | |
| " That boy' s one mean motherfucker!" |
| zuò qǔ : Bully, Cunninlynguists ... | |
| dramatic Italian music plays, like " The Godfather" | |
| " Uhoh! Here comes trouble!" | |
| Intro | |
| 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! | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| 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 | |
| Verse One: Deacon the Villain | |
| 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 blade sound | |
| 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 | |
| Verse Two: Mr. Raw | |
| No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout | |
| Hoppin off my BMX, punchin niggaz in the mouth BAM ooh! | |
| A little badass nigga, fuck hide' n' seek | |
| I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week | |
| Splittin niggaz 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Jugga the Bully | |
| 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 haha | |
| 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 | |
| Verse Four | |
| Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg? | |
| I' ll stab you dead in yo' eye with the Lincoln Log | |
| Oh you think I' m soft because I rock Izod? | |
| Pull out the sawed off ' " Oh my God!" chkchkBOOM | |
| 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! | |
| singing My buddy and meeeee! | |
| " That boy' s one mean motherfucker!" |
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