Tom Coyne - Scenario lyrics

[Produced by A Tribe Called Quest] [Hook] Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario (x2) [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] Heyo, 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, NyQuil 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, fuming, I've had it up to here My days of paying 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, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know [Verse 2: 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?) Broooowwwwn! Some 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 stomping, ripping and romping 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 sk** 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 3: Dinco D] (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenarios, radios, rates more than four Scores for the smores 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 Ba** in the space means peace, see ya later Later, (Later!), later, alligator Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporate I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (Ooooooh!) [Verse 4: Q-Tip] 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 him what I did [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked Then they rebuked and you had to smack Causing rambunction throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear [Q-Tip] 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 the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] 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', try to read my mind, just imagine! Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin' in-to my library Oh-my-gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating 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 RRRRAOWR, RRRRAOW, like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants were saggin' Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have you smelling ripe like some old, stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear co*k diesel, bu*tcheeks, they were kicking Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (Time!) Ripping up the sound just like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario Yeah, my man, mothaf**a! [Hook]