[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