Can I get a hit?
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario
Yes yes y'all
(What?)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
And Bo knows that
(What?)
Don't ever try to test the water little kid
Not braggin’, try an' read my mind just imagine
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon
Real live y'all
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
(Here!)
The rhymes are on time
So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
Uh uh uh, all over the track, man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban
Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
But the rest are doo doo
(Yeah!)
New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
(Who's that?)
Causin’ rambunction throughout the sphere
Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
Then they rebuked and you had to smack
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore
(Oh!)
Laugh yo how's that sound?
It’s a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here
Head for the border, go get a taco
Later
Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
No time for hibernation, only elation
Here we go yo, here we go yo
Here we go yo, here we go yo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!
Sit back relax and let yourself go
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Rippin’ up the sound just like a radio
(Time!)
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
I'm vexed, fumin’, I've had it up to here
Yo, bustin’ out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
(Uh!)
(Tribe y'all!)
Some may, I say, call me Charlie
Powerful impact, boom, from the cannon
No holds barred, no time for move fakin’
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
(Ear!)
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe
East Coast stompin’, rippin’ and rompin’
(True blue!)
Papes make drakes, baked for the wakes
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin’
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario?
(Hit!)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
Checka-checka-check it out!
I'll be wreckin’ from the jump street, meanin’ from the get-go
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
(Contact!)
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
But here's the real scoop
(Yes y'all!)
The hip hop sound is well agitated
Never on the left ‘cause my right's my good ear
You know I did it
(Live y'all!)
My days of payin’ dues are over, acknowledge we is in there
Later alligator
We're ill till the skill gets down
Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
Publishers: EAST COAST STOMP MUSIC, JELLY-TEA MARIJUANA MUSIC, SONY/ATV MELODY, T'ZIAH'S MUSIC
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
(Later!)
Brown!
When diggin’ into my library
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did
Here we go yo, here we go yo
Aiyyo Bo knows this
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Songwriters: Kamall Fareed, Bryan Higgins, James Jackson, Ali Jones-Muhammad, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor
Change your little drawers ‘cause your pants are saggin’
But Bo don't know jack ‘cause Bo can't rap
Bass in his face means peace see ya later
Inside, outside, come around
Ship-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes
The rhythm is in sync
And have you smellin’ rank like some old stale urine
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
Of an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader
Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat
So yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
No batteries included and no strings attached
Here we go yo, here we go yo
I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked
So don't violate or you get violated
Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind