Scooby Snacks (Schmoove Version)

Now me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob a bank

We got Steve outside carrying a full pack

Everything is cool and everything is smooth

I walk up to the teller and I give her my letter

She gives me the loot with puckered up lips

And a wink that I found cute, and I said

"Baby, baby, baby"

Is this some karmic chi love thing happening here or what?

By that time Fast tapped me with the 9

He said it's time to blow, you know, so out the door we go

Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive and off we drive

Now see, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far

Running around in a stolen police car

So we dropped it off, piled in the Caddy

Steve was driving 'cause I had to talk to my man

Running around robbing banks

All wacked off of Scooby Snacks

Running around robbing banks

All wacked off of Scooby Snacks

Now I don't give a hell about the hell's gate

Ain't punkin' the crowd 'cause I'm still standing up straight

So we pull these jobs to make a little money

No one get hurt if they don't act funny

On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught

Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah

They're at the Dunkin' Donuts that's adjacent from the Fromans

Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded

They give chase, but my man Steve's an ace

And we lost those brothers with haste

We casted off and along we went

Off Bermuda to an island resort that we rent

Running around robbing banks

All wacked off of Scooby snacks

Running around robbing banks

All wacked off of Scooby snacks

Running around robbing banks

All wacked off of Scooby Snacks

Running around robbing banks

All wacked off of Scooby Snacks