Scenario (full lyrics) - A Tribe Called Quest Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so what\u0027s the scenario? Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so what\u0027s the scenario? Ayo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don\u0027t know jack, \u0027cause Bo can\u0027t 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\u0027t flow But we\u0027ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z\u0027s, troop But here\u0027s the real scoop I\u0027m all that and then some, short, dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I\u0027m vexed, fuming, I\u0027ve 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\u0027t sweat what you heard, but act like you know Yes yes y\u0027all (yes y\u0027all) Who got the vibe? It\u0027s the Tribe y\u0027all (Tribe y\u0027all) Real live y\u0027all (live y\u0027all) Inside outside come around (Who\u0027s that?) Brown Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I\u0027m 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\u0027re 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\u0027re ill \u0027til the skill gets down For the flex, next, it\u0027s the textbook old to the new But the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me, yo, what\u0027s the scenario? 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 plush Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make drakes baked for the wakes Of an L, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass inner space means peace see ya later Later (later), later alligator Pop blows the weasel and the herb\u0027s the inflator 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\u0027d that sound? (ooh) It\u0027s a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here) Never on the left \u0027cause my right\u0027s my good ear (ear) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime so I ain\u0027t no criminal I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don\u0027t 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 then 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\u0027t violate or you\u0027ll get violated The Hip-Hop sound is well agitated Won\u0027t ever waste no time on the played out ego So here\u0027s Busta Rhymes with the scenario 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, try to read my mind just imagine Vocabulary\u0027s necessary When digging into my library Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh Uh Uh Uh All over the track man Uh Pardon me, uh As I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron Raow, raow like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers \u0027cause your pants are sagging 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 cock diesel, butt cheeks 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) Rippin\u0027 up the sound just like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo (yeah, my man, mothafucka) (yo, yo) So what, so what so what\u0027s the scenario? (check it) Here we go yo, here we go yo (check-check it, check-check it) So what, so what, so what\u0027s the scenario? Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so what\u0027s the scenario? Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so what\u0027s the scenario?