Chords for The Fun Lovin Criminals - Scooby Snacks - with Lyrics

Tempo:
104.7 bpm
Chords used:

D

A

G

Dm

Am

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Fun Lovin Criminals  - Scooby Snacks - with Lyrics chords
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Everybody get on the ride!
I'm not a fucking life partner, yo!
[A]
[D] [A] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
[A] [A] [G]
[D] Me and Fass got the gas, gas right up the bank
Got Steve outside, got a boom pack
Motherfuckin' cool and everything smooth
I hate that shit
I walk up to the teller, I give her the letter
She's leaving me, we're fucking up looks in a way
That I found cute, and I said baby, [Am] baby, babe
[A#] Is that some karmic chi love [Fm] thing happening?
Yeah, [Em] baby, what's up?
I got [A] down fast, I'm losing that sense, time to float, you know
So I said, here we go, back to the ride
Steve [D] inside in the lot, [D] off the drive
See, I'm with my local number, you know we never get far
Riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off
And piled in the [Dm] cabbie, Steve was [A] driving
Cause I had to talk to my man
Well, I don't know anything about any fuckings
Torture me all you want
Torture you, that's a good, that's a good idea, I like that one
Running around, [G] robbing banks
[D] All whacked up, no screwed [A] snacks
[D] Running around, [A]
banks
[D] All whacked up, no screwed [A] snacks
[G]
[D] I don't give a fuck about the hells gate
Ain't punking the crowd, man, I'm still standing up straight
So we police jobs, make a little money
No one gets hurt if they [Am] don't act funny
On the [Dm] way to the yacht, we almost got caught
That shootin' male, about to throw away the cop's head
He got the double bonus, adjacent to my phone
And these male boxed [Am] ass cats just [D] exploded
They been chasing my man, Steve's an [Dm] ace
And we lost 40 [E] brothers in hate
[D] He casted it off, and along we went
[Dm] Off commuted through an [A] island, we saw it, we went dead
[F#]
[D] Running around, [G] robbing banks
[E] All whacked [D] up, no screwed [A] snacks
[D] [A] Running around, robbing banks
All whacked up, no screwed snacks
Running around, [C] robbing banks
[G] All whacked [D] up, no screwed [A] snacks
[G]
[D] Running around, [G] robbing banks
All whacked [D] up, no screwed [A] snacks
[D]
Key:  
D
1321
A
1231
G
2131
Dm
2311
Am
2311
D
1321
A
1231
G
2131
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To learn Fun Lovin Criminals - Scooby Snacks chords, your first step should be understanding these chords - C, G, D, A, C and D in sequence. Start slow with ChordU's Free Tempo controller and increase your speed as you get comfortable. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: D Major.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Everybody get on the ride! _
_ _ _ _ I'm not a _ fucking life partner, yo!
_ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ Me and Fass got the gas, gas right up the bank
Got Steve outside, got a boom pack
Motherfuckin' cool and everything smooth
I hate that shit
I walk up to the teller, I give her the letter
She's leaving me, we're fucking up looks in a way
That I found cute, and I said baby, [Am] baby, babe
[A#] Is that some karmic chi love [Fm] thing happening?
Yeah, [Em] baby, what's up?
I got [A] down fast, I'm losing that sense, time to float, you know
So I said, here we go, back to the ride
Steve [D] inside in the lot, [D] off the drive
See, I'm with my local number, you know we never get far
Riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off
And piled in the [Dm] cabbie, Steve was [A] driving
Cause I had to talk to my man
Well, I don't know anything about any fuckings
Torture me all you want
_ Torture you, that's a good, that's a good idea, I like that one
Running around, [G] robbing banks
[D] All whacked up, no screwed [A] snacks _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ Running around, _ [A]
banks
[D] All whacked up, no screwed [A] snacks
_ [G] _
_ [D] _ I don't give a fuck about the hells gate
Ain't punking the crowd, man, I'm still standing up straight
So we police jobs, make a little money
No one gets hurt if they [Am] don't act funny
On the [Dm] way to the yacht, we almost got caught
That shootin' male, about to throw away the cop's head
He got the double bonus, adjacent to my phone
And these male boxed [Am] ass cats just [D] exploded
They been chasing my man, Steve's an [Dm] ace
And we lost 40 [E] brothers in hate
[D] He casted it off, and along we went
[Dm] Off commuted through an [A] island, we saw it, we went dead
_ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] Running around, [G] robbing banks
[E] All whacked [D] up, no screwed [A] snacks _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] Running around, robbing banks
All whacked up, no screwed snacks _ _
_ _ _ Running around, [C] robbing banks
[G] All whacked [D] up, no screwed [A] snacks
_ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ Running around, [G] robbing banks
All whacked [D] up, no screwed [A] snacks _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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

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