Scenario Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario Lyrics

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Scenario Lyrics


Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.Here we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what's the scenarioHere we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what's the scenarioVerse One: Phife DawgAiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rapWell whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to batNo batteries included, and no strings attachedNo holds barred, no time for move fakinGots to get the loot so I can bring home the baconBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flowBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe soSleep if you want, like we'll help you get your Z's troopBut here's the real scoopI'm all that and then some, short dark and handsomeBust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come fromI'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to hereMy days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH)Head for the border, go get a tacoI'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-goSit back relax and let yourself goDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you knowVerse Two: Charlie BrownYes 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??) BrowwwwwwwwnSome may, I say, call me CharlieThe word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob MarleyLayback 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 flipEast coast stompin, rippin and rompinNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and ComptonChecka-checka-check it out!The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounceAnd wow how now wow how now Brown cowWe're ill till the skill gets downFor the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the newbut the rest are doo-dooFrom radio, to the video, to ArsenioTell me! Yo, what's the scenarioVerse Three: Dinco D(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie dooScenario's ready yo, rates more than fourScores for the snores that's lovin dancefloorsNow I go for mine, [shades of G sure?]Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapesPapes make grapes great for the waistI'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leaderBass in his face means peace see ya laterLater? (LATER!) Later alligatorPop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflaterSo yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flowFunk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fightLaugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta RhymesIt'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 subliminalStay away from crime cause I ain't no CRIMINALI love my young nation, groovy sensationNo time for hibernation, only elationDon't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid?Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I didI heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKEDThen baby puked then you had TO SMACKCausin rambunction, throughout the sphereRaise the levels of the boom, inside the earYou know I did itSo don't violate or you get violatedThe hip-hop sound is well agitatedWon't ever waste no time on the played out egoSo here's Busta Rhymes with the, ScenarioVerse Five: Busta RhymesWatch, as I combine all the juice from the mindHeel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewindPowerful impact BOOM! from the cannonNot braggin, try to read my mind just imagineVo-cab-u-lary's necessaryWhen diggin into my libraryOh my gosh! Oh my gosh!Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-aUh, uh uhh, alone with the track manUh, pardon me, uhh, as I come backAs I did it yo I heard you beg your pardonWhen I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadronRRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragonChange your little drawers cause your pants are sagginTry to step to this, I will, fits you in a turbanAnd had you smellin right, like some old stale urineCheckady-choco, the chocolate chickenThe rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickinYo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhymethe rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)Rippin up this dance just like a radioObserve the vibe and check out the scenario!!*chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker!Chorus

A Tribe Called Quest Scenario