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Scenario (feat. Busta Rhymes, Dinco D & Charlie Brown) - LP Mix

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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?

A-yo, Bo knows this (what?) And Bo knows that (what?)

But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap

Well, what do you 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, Nytol will 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

Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go

Sit back, relax, and let yourself go

Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

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?) Brown!

So, may I say, call me Charlie

The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Bob Marley

Lay back 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 'til 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?

(True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo

Scenarios, radios, rates more than four

Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors

Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore

Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes

Papes make drakes baked for the wakes

Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader

Base in the space means peace, see ya later

Later (Later!) Later, alligator

Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her

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'd that sound? (Ooh!)

It's a Leader-Quest mission 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, so I ain't no (criminal!)

I love my young nation, groovy sensation

No time for hibernation, only elation

Don't ever try to test the water, little kid

Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!)

Then they rebuked and 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'll get violated

The hip-hop sound is well agitated

Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego

So, here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario:

Watch; as I combine all the juice from the mind

Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind

Powerful impact (boom!) from the cannon!

Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh

Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man

Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back!

As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon

When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron

Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon

Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'

Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban

And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine

Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken

The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin'

Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme

The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!)

Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio

Observe the vibe and check out the scenario

Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (yeah, my man, motherfucker!)

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?

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?

Davantage de A Tribe Called Quest/Busta Rhymes/Charlie Brown

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