Scooby Doo

Lyrics

[Chorus] Scooby-Doo, y'all (Scooby-Doo) Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all (Scooby-Doo) Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all [Post-Chorus: B-Real] I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (I ain't havin' it) Throw your hands in the air, the Hill's live and direct, see [Verse 1: B-Real] So let me put my clip in, watch this nigga start flippin' My, why must they always be trippin'? Shut up, what up? Fool tried to nut up Dropped the gat, grab the shank, the fool got cut up (Why'd you drop the gat, G?) I got hit from behind Now a nigga like me, I gotta go for mine Bring it on, bing, make ya bells ring When ya hit that pavement, what a feeling It's on, cracked like a baseball bat Oh shit, out the boot came a gat Pointed (Aimed), the nigga said, "You're through!" (Hahaha) Scooby-Doo, 'cause I had a boy too [Chorus] Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all [Post-Chorus: B-Real] I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (I ain't havin' it) Throw your gats in the air if you wanna come test me [Verse 2: B-Real] So let me just run through as I pull out my Scooby-Doo I get the chills when I see that dead man's crew I got to get up, let's go head up, dead up I'm loced like that, punk, that's why you're gettin' wet-up Want me to let up, but I ain't tryin' to hear that Bullshit cryin', punk, let me just clear that Buck a shot, lick a two shot, lick a three shot Ran out of ammo, damn, I ain't tryin' to get got Two niggas standin', dirty underhanded Lighter shade of fire, check my slug expanded Now tell me what the fuck are you gonna do When I pull out my Scooby-Doo? [Chorus] Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Doo, y'all Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'all [Outro: B-Real] Take a good look 'Cause this is the last time you're gonna see a bad guy like this again, you fat piece of shit Kid muchacho, muchacho kid Kid flabby, oh, shoot that piece of shit, you fuckin' lobster piece of shit I'll stomp you like a bug And you, you with your little happy chain of lighters You wanna fuck with me, you fuck with the best! And you, you with the funny haircut, the Stawberry Quik guy You around the way, mayne I know where you at