Scooby Doo  y'alllllll....
 Scooby Dooby Doo  y'alllllll....

 Verse 1: 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
 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, riccocheted, 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 shiiiiiiiit, out the boot came a gat
 Pointed (aimed) the nigga said "You're through!"
 [laughs] Scooby Doo! 'Cause I had a boy too!

 Chorus

 Verse 2: 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
 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 loc'ed 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 under-handed
 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

 Outro: B-Real (Mexican dialect?)
 Take a good look ... 'cause this is the last time you're gonna see
 fat bell like this again, you fat piece a chit! Kid muchacho,
 muchacho kid, get flabby - (oh - choot that piece a chit.) You
 fuckin' lobsta piece a CHIT! I'll stomp you like a duck. 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 burly haircut,
 the Stawberry Quik guy ... you around the way, main. I know where
 you at