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Текст песни A Tribe Called Quest f L.O.N.S. - Scenario

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Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.Here we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what`s the scenarioHere we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what`s the scenarioVerse One: Phife DawgAiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)But Bo don`t know jack, cause Bo can`t rapWell whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to batNo batteries included, and no strings attachedNo holds barred, no time for move fakinGots to get the loot so I can bring home the baconBrothers front, they say the Tribe can`t flowBut we`ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe soSleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z`s troopBut here`s the real scoopI`m all that and then some, short dark and handsomeBust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come fromI`m vexed, fumin, I`ve had it up to hereMy days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH)Head for the border, go get a tacoI`ll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-goSit back relax and let yourself goDon`t sweat what you heard, but act like you knowVerse Two: Charlie BrownYes 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??) BrowwwwwwwwnSome may, I say, call me CharlieThe word is the herb and I`m deep like Bob MarleyLayback 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 flipEast coast stompin, rippin and rompinNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and ComptonChecka-checka-check it out!The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounceAnd wow how now wow how now Brown cowWe`re ill till the skill gets downFor the flex, next, it`s the textbook old to the newbut the rest are doo-dooFrom radio, to the video, to ArsenioTell me! Yo, what`s the scenarioVerse Three: Dinco D(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie dooScenario`s ready yo, rates more than fourScores for the smores that smother dance floorsNow I go for mine, shades of sea-shoreShip-shape plush Grape Apes to play tapes[Papes make drapes?] great for the wakesof an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leaderBass innerspace means peace see ya laterLater? (LATER!) Later alligatorPop blows the weasel and the herb`s the inflaterSo yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flowFunk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fightLaugh yo, how`d that sound? (ohhhhhh!)Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta RhymesIt`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 subliminalStay away from crime cause I ain`t no CRIMINALI love my young nation, groovy sensationNo time for hibernation, only elationDon`t ever try to test, the water little kidYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I didI heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKEDThen baby puked then you had TO SMACKCausin rambunction, throughout the sphereRaise the levels of the boom, inside the earYou know I did itSo don`t violate or you get violatedThe hip-hop sound is well agitatedWon`t ever waste no time on the played out egoSo here`s Busta Rhymes with the, ScenarioVerse Five: Busta RhymesWatch, as I combine all the juice from the mindHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewindPowerful impact BOOM! from the cannonNot braggin, try to read my mind just imagineVo-cab-u-lary`s necessaryWhen diggin into my libraryOh my gosh! Oh my gosh!Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-aUh, uh uhh, all over with the track manUh, pardon me, uhh, as I come backAs I did it yo I heard you beg your pardonWhen I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadronRRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragonChange your little drawers cause your pants are sagginTry to step to this, I will, fits you in a turbanAnd had you smellin ripe, like some old stale urineCheckady-choco, the chocolate chickenThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kickinYo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhymethe rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)Rippin up this dance just like a radioObserve the vibe and check out the scenario!!*chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker!Chorus 2X

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