[b-real]. Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood. Who's up to no good, and wishes a man would. Come up and give him a reason to blast on.. I wouldn't put it past him!.
Chorus (repeated several times):. 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).
A 211 in progress. Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't arrest. I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors. Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores.