Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.  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  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!)  Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes  It's the leader Quest vision 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 I 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  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  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  Verse Five: 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 motherfucker!  Chorus