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Everybody be cool, it's a robbery
Any of you f*****' pricks move
And I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you

Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob the bank
We got Steve outside, he's carryin' a full pack
And everything's cool and everthing'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 karmic chi love thing happenin' here baby or what?"
By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
Said it's time to blow, ya know
So out the door we go back to the ride, Steve inside and alive
And off we drive
See I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll
Never get far, ridin' around in a stolen police car
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy, Steve was drivin'
Because I had to talk to my man about somethin'

Look, I don’t know anything about any f*****' set up
You can torture me all you want
Torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that

Runnin' around, robbin' banks
All wacked off the Scooby snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks
All wacked off the Scooby snacks

I don't give a f*** about the Hell's gate
Ain't punkin' the crowd
Man I'm still standin' up staight
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 shootin' mailboxes, not knowin'
Where the cop is here
They're at the Dunkin' Donuts
Adjacent from the Froman's
Whose mailbox had just exploded
They gave chase, but our man
Steve is an ace, we lost those brothers with haste
We cast off and along we went
Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented

Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
I am cool

Runnin' around, robbin' banks
All wacked off the Scooby snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks
All wacked off the Scooby snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks
All wacked off the Scooby snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks
All wacked off the Scooby snacks