Album: The Low End Theory (1991)
Charted: 57
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  • 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]
    A-yo 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 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, 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!
    Some 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 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

    [Dinco D]
    (True blue!) 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 drapes] great for the wakes
    Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
    Bass innerspace 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, incorporate I-N-C into a flow
    Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
    Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (oh!)

    [Q-Tip]
    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

    [Busta Rhymes]
    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't violate or you'll 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, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
    Powerful impact - boom! - from the cannon
    Not bragging, try to 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
    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
    RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW 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 have you smelling ripe like some old stale urine
    Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
    The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks 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!)
    Ripping up this dance just like a radio
    Observe the vibe and check out 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 Writer/s: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Bryan Higgins, James Jackson, John William Davis, Malik Izaak Taylor, Trevor Smith
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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