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 No
