Scenario lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

[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

[Phife Dawg:]

Ayo 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 faking

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 Zs 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

[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?) 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 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 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

[Dinco D:]

(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 E-ADER, simply just a leader

Base in the space means peace, see ya later

Later? (Later!) Later alligator

Pop blows the weasel and the herb's 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 (oh!)

[Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes:]

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

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

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

[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 bragging, tryna read my mind just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary

When digging into my library

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!

Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh-a

Uh, uh uh, all over the track man

Uh, pardon me, uh, 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 sagging

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

And had you smelling ripe, like some old stale urine

Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken

The rear cock diesel, butt cheeks they were kicking

Yo, busting out before the Busta bust another rhyme

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

Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio

Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!

Yeah, my man motherfucker!

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

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario