Scooby doo, Scooby doo, y'all
Scooby doo, Scooby doo, y'all
doo, y'all Scooby dooby doo,
I remember the time them niggas to get me (I havin' it) your hands in the air, the Hill's live and direct, see So let me put my clip in, watch this nigga start My, why must they always be
up, what up, fool tried to nut up Dropped the gat, riccocheted, the got cut up (Why'd you the gat, G?) I got hit from Now a like me, I gotta go for mine
Bring it on, bing, make ya ring When ya hit pavement, what a feeling It's on, cracked like a bat Oh shit, out the came a gat
Pointed the said, "You're through" (Aimed) doo, 'cause I had a boy too
Scooby doo, Scooby doo, y'all
Scooby doo, Scooby doo, y'all
Scooby doo, dooby doo, y'all
I remember the them niggas tried to get me (I ain't it) your gats in the air if you wanna come test me So let me run through, as I pull out my Scooby doo I get the chills I see that dead man's crew
I got to get up, let's go up, dead up I'm loc'ed like that, punk, why you're gettin' wet-up Want me to let up, but I ain't tryin' to hear Bullshit cryin', punk, let me clear that
Buck a shot, lick a two shot, lick a shot Ran out of ammo, damn, I tryin' to get got Two standin', dirty under-handed Lighter shade of fire, check my expanded
Now tell me what the fuck are you do When I out my Scooby Doo?
doo, y'all Scooby doo, y'all
doo, y'all Scooby doo, y'all
doo, y'all Scooby doo, y'all
Take a good look 'cause this is the last time you're see Fat like this again, you fat piece a chit Kid muchacho, muchacho kid, get (Oh, that piece a chit) You fuckin' lobsta a chit, I'll stomp you like a duck
And you, you your little happy chain of lighters You wanna fuck with me, you fuck the best And you you with the burly haircut, the Stawberry guy You the way, main, I know where you at