Scooby Doo

[Chorus repeated several times:]

Scooby-Doo, y'alllllll....

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'alllllll....

[Verse 1: 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

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, riccocheted, 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 shiiiiiiiit, out the boot came a gat

Pointed (aimed) the nigga said "You're through!"

Scooby Doo! 'Cause I had a boy too!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 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

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 loc'ed 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 under-handed

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]

(Mexican dialect?)

Take a good look ... 'cause this is the last time you're gonna see

fat bell like this again, you fat piece a chit! Kid muchacho,

muchacho kid, get flabby - (oh - choot that piece a chit.) You

fuckin' lobsta piece a CHIT! I'll stomp you like a duck. 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 burly haircut,

the Stawberry Quik guy ... you around the way, main. I know where

you at.