The Wonder Years - Bout To Get Fruit Punched, Homie Lyrics

I was peddling sugary drinks to all the little kids for weeks
Spending late nights at the factory
Making fat stacks for my family
But now my wife's been getting shady
That trick-ass mark don't call me baby
I'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another man
Then juice will spill

Thought I had people I could trust like my boy, Captain Crunch
I know he'd never do me like that, but behind my back
I found her mouth all cut up, and his hat in the corner
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm capable of

Before Kool-Aid picked me up
I ran blocks, I sold rocks
G's up, hoes down and I'd have all these snitches stomped
Then I grew up
And got a real job peddling drinks to all these little snobs
And if you think that I fell off
Then watch your back before you get popped

I'll disconnect the Captain's neck
And make him wish that he was dead
I'll disconnect the Captain's neck
And make him wish that he was dead
I'll smash your skull like a crunch-berry punk

Thought I had people I could trust like my boy, Captain Crunch
I know he'd never do me like that, but behind my back
I found her mouth all cut up, and his hat in the corner
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm capable of
So keep my name out your mouth, son