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Fun Lovin' Criminals Fun Lovin' Criminals Scooby Snacks Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank. We got Steve outside and he's carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everthing's smooth. I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave 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 from behind he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive 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. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing 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 shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. 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 rent. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! |
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