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    Fun Lovin' Criminals / Lyrics

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    "Scooby Snacks (Schmoove Version)" Lyrics

    Fun Lovin' Criminals

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    {Everybody be cool, this is a robbery
    Any of you fucking pricks move
    And I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you}

    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 9
    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
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Brian Leiser, Daniel Gaston Ash, Glenn Derek Campling, Hugh Allan Jr. Morgan, Kevin Michael Haskins, Quentin J. Tarantino, Stephen Byron Borgovini.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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