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    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

    Ay yo 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

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    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
    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

    (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
    (Oh!)

    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

    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
    Roaw roaw
    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

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    Composición: Jonathan Davis, Trevor Smith, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Malik Taylor, Bryan Higgins y James Jackson

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