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 f*** 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!