Scenario - Remix Lyrics
| Song | Scenario - Remix |
| Artist | A Tribe Called Quest |
| Album | The Love Movement |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Higgins, Jackson ... | |
| 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) | |
| 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, 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, 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 | |
| (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 | |
| (Dinco D) | |
| (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo | |
| Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four | |
| Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors | |
| 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 (ohhhhhh!) | |
| (Q-Tip) | |
| It's the 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 cause so 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 | |
| (Busta Rhymes) | |
| 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 | |
| (Q-Tip) | |
| 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 | |
| (Busta Rhymes) | |
| 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 | |
| RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW 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!! | |
| *chorus starts* Yeah, my man mother****er! | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Davis, Higgins, Jackson ... | |
| 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 | |
| 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 DiDawg, 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, 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, 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 getgo | |
| 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?? 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 Cakalaka, and Compton | |
| Checkacheckacheck 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 doodoo | |
| From radio, to the video, to Arsenio | |
| Tell me! Yo, what' s the scenario | |
| Dinco D | |
| True blue! Scooby Doo, whoopie doo | |
| Scenario' s ready yo, always rates more than four | |
| Scores for the snores that' s lovin dance floors | |
| Now I go for mine, shades of G sure? | |
| Shipshape plus Grape Apes to play tapes | |
| Papes make grapes great for the waist | |
| I' m an LAH, an EADER, 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 | |
| INC into a flow | |
| Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight | |
| Laugh yo how' s that sound ohhhhhh! | |
| QTip | |
| It' s the 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 cause so 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 | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 | |
| QTip | |
| You know I did it | |
| So don' t violate or you get violated | |
| The hiphop sound is well agitated | |
| Won' t ever waste no time on the played out ego | |
| So here' s Busta Rhymes with the scenario | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 | |
| Vocabulary' s necessary | |
| When diggin into my library | |
| Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! | |
| Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosha | |
| 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 | |
| RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW 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 | |
| Checkadychoco, 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!! | |
| chorus starts Yeah, my man mother er! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Davis, Higgins, Jackson ... | |
| 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 | |
| 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 DiDawg, 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, 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, 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 getgo | |
| 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?? 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 Cakalaka, and Compton | |
| Checkacheckacheck 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 doodoo | |
| From radio, to the video, to Arsenio | |
| Tell me! Yo, what' s the scenario | |
| Dinco D | |
| True blue! Scooby Doo, whoopie doo | |
| Scenario' s ready yo, always rates more than four | |
| Scores for the snores that' s lovin dance floors | |
| Now I go for mine, shades of G sure? | |
| Shipshape plus Grape Apes to play tapes | |
| Papes make grapes great for the waist | |
| I' m an LAH, an EADER, 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 | |
| INC into a flow | |
| Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight | |
| Laugh yo how' s that sound ohhhhhh! | |
| QTip | |
| It' s the 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 cause so 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 | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 | |
| QTip | |
| You know I did it | |
| So don' t violate or you get violated | |
| The hiphop sound is well agitated | |
| Won' t ever waste no time on the played out ego | |
| So here' s Busta Rhymes with the scenario | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 | |
| Vocabulary' s necessary | |
| When diggin into my library | |
| Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! | |
| Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosha | |
| 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 | |
| RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW 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 | |
| Checkadychoco, 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!! | |
| chorus starts Yeah, my man mother er! | |
| Chorus |
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