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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fun Lovin' Criminals
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hugh Morgan
Composer
Brian Leiser
Composer
Stephen Borgovini
Composer
Daniel Ash
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fun Lovin' Criminals
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Everybody, be cool this a robbery
Any of you fucking pricks move
And I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you
[Verse 2]
Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob the bank
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
And every thing's cool, and every thing's smooth
Hey, that's smooth
[Verse 3]
I walked up to the teller, I give 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 karmic-chi love thing happening here, baby, or what?
[Verse 4]
By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
He said, "It's time to blow, you know?"
So, out the door we go back to the ride, with Steve inside
And alive, and off we drive
[Verse 5]
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far
Ridin' around in a stolen police car
So, we dropped it off and piled in the Caddy
Steve was driving, 'cause I had to talk to my man
[Verse 6]
Look, honestly, 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
[Chorus]
Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks
Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks
[Verse 7]
And I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate
Ain't punkin' the crowd, man, I'm still standin' up straight
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny
[Verse 8]
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cops is, yeah
They're at the Dunkin' Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans'
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded
They gave chase, but my man Steve's an ace
And we lost those brothers with haste
We casted off, and along we went off Bermuda
To an island resort we rented
[Verse 9]
Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
I am cool
[Chorus]
Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks
Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks
Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks
Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks
Written by: Brian Leiser, Daniel Ash, Glenn Campling, Hugh Allan Morgan Jr., Hugh Morgan, Kevin Haskins, Quentin Jerome Tarantino, Stephen Borgovini