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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

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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