Scooby-Doo I got you to talk with me I got you to kiss goodnight I got you to hold me tight I got you, I won't let go
Scooby-Doo I guess that's so, we don't have a pot But at least I'm sure of all the things we got Babe
Scooby-Doo Don’t blame me blame it on the cocaine white airs. I Swear. I Swear. I’ve been balling like the maverick son fly white cah I’m feeling like Maverick son
Scooby-Doo Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ringLotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chainWhy you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
Scooby-Doo Had it all on a line, lost all hopeBroke down a pack, now I'm counting loadsHard times, you don't see no oneBro ain't home 'til the reload's doneLook at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
Scooby-Doo Hey darg, press di matic when you see meHey darg, me mek di place get busyYou know me bad, you know me... YoMy clip got hollow tip inna hit
Scooby-Doo Yo, sexy ladies wan' par wid usInna di car wid us, dem nah war wid usInna di club dem wan' flex wid usTo get next wid us, dem cyaan' vex wid us