Scooby Snacks

Everybody be cool, this is a robbery
 Any of you fucking pricks move
 And I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you
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 Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob a bank
 We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
 Now everything's cool and everything's smooth
 (Hey, that's smooth)
 I walked up to the teller, I gave her the 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 kharmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?)
 By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
 He said it was time to blow, ya know
 So out the door we go back to the ride with Steve inside
 And alive and off we drive
 See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far
 Riding around in a stolen police car
 So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
 Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something
 Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up
 You can torture me all you want
 Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one
 Running around robbing banks
 All wacked off of Scooby Snacks
 Running around robbing banks
 All wacked off of Scooby Snacks
 And I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate
 Ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up straight
 So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
 No one gets 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, adjacent from the Froman's
 Whose mailbox fast had just exploded
 They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace
 And we lost those brothers with haste
 We casted off and along we went
 Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented
 Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
 I am cool
 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