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Hood

Genres: Indie

Scenario (remix) Lyrics - Hood

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 

 

A-yo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) 

But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap 

Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat 

No batteries included, and no strings attached 

No holds barred, no time for move faking 

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, fuming, I've had it up to here 

My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah!) 

Head for the border, go get a taco 

Watch me wreck it 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 

 

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?) Brown! 

Some may, I say, call me Charlie 

The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley 

Lay back 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 stomping, ripping and romping 

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 

 

(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo 

Scenarios, radios, rates more than four 

Scores for the smores that smother dance floors 

Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore 

Ship-shape plush Grape Apes to play tapes 

[Papes make drapes] great for the wakes 

Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader 

Bass innerspace means peace see ya later 

Later (later!), later alligator 

Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater 

So yo the D what the O, incorporate I-N-C into a flow 

Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight 

Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (oh!) 

 

It's a 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 so I ain't no criminal 

I love my young nation, groovy sensation 

No time for hibernation, only elation 

Don't ever try to test, the water little kid 

Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did 

 

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked 

Then they rebuked then you had to smack 

Causing rambunction throughout the sphere 

Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear 

 

You know I did it 

So don't violate or you'll 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 

 

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind 

Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind 

Powerful impact - boom! - from the cannon 

Not bragging, try to read my mind just imagine 

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary 

When digging into my library 

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! 

Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh 

Uh! Uh! Uh! All over the track man 

Uh! Pardon me, uh! As I come back 

As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon 

When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron 

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon 

Change your little drawers cause your pants are sagging 

Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban 

And have you smelling ripe like some old stale urine 

Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken 

The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kicking 

Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme 

The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!) 

Ripping up this dance just like a radio 

Observe the vibe and check out the scenario 

 

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 

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