Lyrics:…Everybody be cool, this is a robbery Any of you fucking pricks move And I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you
Me and Fast got the gats, we’re out to rob a bank We got Steve outside carrying a full pack Now everything’s cool and everything’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 kharmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?)
By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 He said it was time to blow, ya know So out the door we go back to the ride with Steve inside And alive and off we drive
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we’ll never get far Riding around in a stolen police car So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something
{Look, I don’t know anything about any fucking set-up You can torture me all you want Torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that one}
Running around robbing banks All wacked off of Scooby Snacks Running around robbing banks All wacked off of Scooby Snacks
And I don’t give a fuck about the hell’s gate Ain’t punkin’ the crowd and I’m still standing up straight 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 shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah They’re at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman’s Whose mailbox fast had just exploded
They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace And we lost those brothers with haste We casted off and along we went Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented
{Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? I am cool}
Running around robbing banks All wacked off of Scooby Snacks Running around robbing banks All wacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks All wacked off of Scooby Snacks Running around robbing banks All wacked off of Scooby Snacks…
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