- Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
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- 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.
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We got Steve outside carrying a full pack.
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Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth)
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I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
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She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
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and a wink that I found cute, and I said,
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"baby, baby, baby"
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(Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
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By that time Fast tapped me with the 9
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he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go.
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Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive
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I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll
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never get far, riding around in a stolen
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police car, so we dropped it off and
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piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving
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because I had to talk to my man about something.
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- Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want.
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- Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one.
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Running around robbing banks
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all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x)
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I don't give a fuck about the hell's
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gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still
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standing up staight.
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So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
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no one gets hurt if they don't act funny.
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On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
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fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing
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where the cop is.
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They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from
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the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just
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exploded. They gave chase, but my man
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Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers
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with haste. We cast off and along we went
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off Bermuda to an island resort we rented.
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- Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
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- I am cool.
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Running around robbing banks
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all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x)
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Scooby Snacks (Schmoove Version)
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| Fun Lovin Criminals |
