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