Scenario Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Scenario Lyrics

    Chorus: tribe and l.o.n.s.

    Here we go yo, here we go yo
    So what so what so what's the scenario
    Here we go yo, here we go yo
    So what so what so what's the scenario

    Verse one: phife dawg

    Aiyyo bo knows this (what?) and bo knows that (what?)
    But bo don't know jack, cause bo can't rap
    Well whaddya know, the di-dawg, is first up to bat
    No batteries included, and no strings attached
    No holds barred, no time for move fakin
    Gots to get the loot so i can bring home the bacon
    Brothers front, they say the tribe can't flow
    But we've been known to do the impossible like broadway joe so
    Sleep if you want, like we'll help you get your z's troop
    But here's the real scoop
    I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
    Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where i come from
    I'm vexed, fumin, i've had it up to here
    My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)
    Head for the border, go get a taco
    I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
    Sit back relax and let yourself go
    Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

    Verse two: charlie brown

    Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
    Who got the vibe it's the tribe y'all (tribe y'all!)
    Real live y'all (live y'all!)
    Inside outside come around... (who's that??) browwwwwwwwn
    Some may, i say, call me charlie
    The word is the herb and i'm deep like bob marley
    Layback on the payback, [evolve rotate the gates?] contact!
    Can i get a hit? (hit!)
    Boom bip with a brother named tip and we're ready to flip
    East coast stompin, rippin and rompin
    New york, north cak-a-laka, and compton
    Checka-checka-check it out!
    The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
    And wow how now wow how now brown cow
    We're ill till the skill gets down
    For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
    But the rest are doo-doo
    From radio, to the video, to arsenio
    Tell me! yo, what's the scenario

    Verse three: dinco d

    (true blue!) scooby doo, whoopie doo
    Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
    Scores for the snores that's lovin dancefloors
    Now i go for mine, [shades of g sure?]
    Ship-shape plus grape apes to play tapes
    Papes make grapes great for the waist
    I'm an l-ah, an e-ader, simply just a leader
    Bass in his face means peace see ya later
    Later? (later!) later alligator
    Pop blows the weasel and my earth the inflater
    So yo the d what the o, incorporated i-n-c into a flow
    Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
    Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

    Verse four: q-tip, busta rhymes

    It's the leader quest vision and we got the goods here (here!)
    Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
    I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
    Stay away from crime cause i ain't no criminal
    I love my young nation, groovy sensation
    No time for hibernation, only elation
    Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid?
    Yo mr. busta rhymes, tell him what i did

    I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
    Then baby puked then you had to smack
    Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere
    Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear

    You know i did it
    So don't violate or you get violated
    The hip-hop sound is well agitated
    Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
    So here's busta rhymes with the, scenario

    Verse five: busta rhymes

    Watch, as i combine all the juice from the mind
    Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
    Powerful impact boom! from the cannon
    Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
    Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
    When diggin into my library
    Oh my gosh! oh my gosh!
    Eating ayea toadstool like the one peter tosh-a
    Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man
    Uh, pardon me, uhh, as i come back
    As i did it yo i heard you beg your pardon
    When i travel to the sun i roll with the squadron
    Rrrrrroaw rrrrrrroaw like a dungeon dragon
    Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
    Try to step to this, i will, fits you in a turban
    And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine
    Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
    The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin
    Yo, bustin out before the busta bust a nut the rhyme
    The rhythm is in sync (uhh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
    Rippin up this dance just like a radio
    Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!!
    *chorus starts* yeah, my man motherfucker!

    Chorus

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