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A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario (Official HD Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Performer
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Dinco D
Dinco D
Vocals
Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown
Vocals
Leaders Of The New School
Leaders Of The New School
Vocals
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Jackson
James Jackson
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Bryan Higgins
Bryan Higgins
Songwriter
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Songwriter
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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? 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-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, Nytol 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, 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 Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' 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! So, 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 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 'til 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 Scenarios, radios, rates more than four Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes Papes make drakes baked for the wakes Of an (L-ah-!), an (-eader!), simply just a leader Base in the space means peace, see ya later Later (Later!) Later, alligator Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her 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'd that sound? (Ooh!) 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 'em what I did I heard you rushed and rushed (and attacked!) Then they rebuked and 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'll get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on a 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 braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary, when diggin' into my library Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh Unh! Unh! Unh! All over the track, man Unh, pardon me, unh! As I come back! As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin' Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin' Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme The rhythm is in sync (unh!), the rhymes are on time (time!) Rippin' 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, motherfucker!) 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? 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): Bryan Higgins, John William Davis, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Trevor Smith, James Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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