Scooby Snacks Chords by Fun Lovin Criminals

Tempo:
104.4 bpm
Chords used:

D

A

Dm

G

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Dm] [D]
Everybody in court is a robbery!
F*** you!
And I'm gonna execute every last one of you!
[A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] [C]
[G] [D] Me and Fats got the cops, we out to rob the bank.
We got Steve outside, counting for the pack.
Everything's cool and everything's smooth.
[A] Hey, that's [D] smooth.
I walk up to the [A] fella, I give him the [D] letter.
She gives me the loop, the bucket up, lips in the wink.
Then I found Q, [E] and I said,
Babe, babe, babe,
[Dm] Is there some karmic G-love thing [Em] happening?
[D] Ride that time, fast time,
[Dm] Except it's time to [Em] float, you know.
[D] So out the door we go, back to the lot.
Steve inside in the lot,
Off the drive.
See I hurt my lower lumbar,
You know we never get far.
Riding [Em] around in a [A] stolen police car.
[D] So we ducked it off, and piled in the [Dm] cabbie.
[E] Steve was driving, cause I had to [D] talk to my man.
I don't know anything about any
Torture me all you want.
[A] Torture you, [Dm] that's a good idea.
I like that.
[A] Running around,
[G] Legs all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
[D]
[G] [D] Running around,
[G] Legs all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
[G]
[D] I'm a liberal,
About to hells gate,
And punk in the crowd,
Man, I'm [D#] still standing up straight.
So [D] we put these jobs, make a little money.
No one gets hurt, if they don't act [Am] funny.
From the [Dm] weed to the yacht,
We almost got caught.
We start shooting mail,
About to throw [C#] away the coppers.
[Dm] Yeah, they got the gun thrown at us,
Adjacent to my phone,
With these mailbox [C#] slaps,
That just [D] exploded.
They get cheap,
From our man, Steve's and [Dm] Ace,
And we [Em] lost four brothers in Haiti.
[Dm] We just split off,
And along with Wim,
[D] Off from you [E] to do an island resort,
[Am] We [Dm] wrecked it.
Oh,
[Bm] You think you cool?
Are you cool?
[N]
[Dm] Man, I'm cool.
Running [A] around,
[C] Legs [G] all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy stacks.
[A] [D]
[G] [D] Running [A] around,
[C] Legs [G] all [A] whacked,
[Dm] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
[C]
[D] Running [A] around,
[C] Legs [G] all whacked,
[Dm] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
[G]
[D] Running [A] around,
[G] Legs all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy stacks.
[A] [D]
Key:  
D
1321
A
1231
Dm
2311
G
2131
C
3211
D
1321
A
1231
Dm
2311
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To learn Fun Lovin Criminals - Scooby Snacks chords, these are the chords to practise in sequence: A, G, D, A, D, A and C. Set your pace at 52 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 104. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of A Minor.

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[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Everybody in court is a robbery! _
F*** you!
And I'm gonna _ _ execute every last one of you!
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] Me and Fats got the cops, we out to rob the bank.
We got Steve outside, counting for the pack.
Everything's cool and everything's smooth.
[A] Hey, that's [D] smooth.
I walk up to the [A] fella, I give him the [D] letter.
She gives me the loop, the bucket up, lips in the wink.
Then I found Q, [E] and I said,
Babe, babe, babe,
[Dm] Is there some karmic G-love thing [Em] happening?
_ _ [D] Ride that time, fast time,
[Dm] Except it's time to [Em] float, you know.
[D] So out the door we go, back to the lot.
Steve inside in the lot,
Off the drive.
See I hurt my lower lumbar,
You know we never get far.
Riding [Em] around in a [A] stolen police car.
[D] So we ducked it off, and piled in the [Dm] cabbie.
[E] Steve was driving, cause I had to [D] talk to my man.
I don't know anything about any_
Torture me all you want.
_ [A] Torture you, [Dm] that's a good idea.
I like that.
[A] Running around,
[G] Legs all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
[D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] Running around,
[G] Legs all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
_ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] I'm a liberal,
About to hells gate,
And punk in the crowd,
Man, I'm [D#] still standing up straight.
So [D] we put these jobs, make a little money.
No one gets hurt, if they don't act [Am] funny.
From the [Dm] weed to the yacht,
We almost got caught.
We start shooting mail,
About to throw [C#] away the coppers.
[Dm] Yeah, they got the gun thrown at us,
Adjacent to my phone,
With these mailbox [C#] slaps,
That just [D] exploded.
They get cheap,
From our man, Steve's and [Dm] Ace,
And we [Em] lost four brothers in Haiti.
[Dm] We just split off,
And along with Wim,
[D] Off from you [E] to do an island resort,
[Am] We [Dm] wrecked it.
_ Oh,
[Bm] You think you cool?
_ _ Are you cool?
_ [N] _ _
[Dm] Man, I'm cool.
Running [A] around,
_ [C] Legs [G] all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy stacks.
[A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] Running [A] around,
_ [C] Legs [G] all [A] whacked,
[Dm] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
_ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ Running [A] around,
_ [C] Legs [G] all whacked,
[Dm] Off the screwy [A] stacks.
_ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] Running [A] around,
_ [G] Legs all whacked,
[D] Off the screwy stacks.
[A] _ _ [D] _ _

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This song finds its place within the Come Find Yourself album.

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