Lyrics of 'Scenario' by A Tribe Called Quest

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

Ay yo 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

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 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

(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
(Oh!)

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

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
Roaw roaw
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