Scoob

Drummer on the beat, drummer on the beat

Drummer on the beat, drummer on the beat

Better move, watch my shoes, give me room I'm coming through

And I'm back into the room, cause I'm rolling off the flue

I just dialed another bottle ****, I don't need no juice

Tell the DJ drop my shit, I can turn up with my scoop

Scoop, scoop, scoop, I ain't fucking with my scoop

I'm trying to turn up with my Scoob

And I ain't fucking with my Scoob

I'm trying to turn up with my

**** got me loose, huh, **** got me right, yeah

**** it's a party, I've been rolling all night

You don't wanna fight, cause you could lose your life

I ain't drop my shit, I wish he would, tonight I'm like God

Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob

Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob

Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob

Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob, Scoob

Oh my God

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm trying to turn up with my Scoob

And I ain't fucking with my Scoob

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I had to calm down on that bitch

You heard me, look

Oh my God, look