Lyrics Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Scooby Snacks (Schmoove Version)

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

I walked up to the teller and I gave her the letter

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

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 hell 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

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