Scooby Doo

[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