[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Yo
Good mornin', good mornin'
Hey yo Bo knows this, and Bo knows that
But Bo don't know jack 'cause Bo can't rap
I use nouns, adjectives, pronouns, verbs
Smoke ya like herb if your style is to the curb
Making more hits than Sonny and Cher
Stop, look, and listen but please don't stare
Slammin' emcees as if my name was Ric Flair
But since I'm dark, call me Koko B. Ware

[Verse 2: Charlie Brown]
Yo, I know the scenario
Chaps, I rap, superierieo
How now brown cow with A Tribe Called Quest
The Leaders of the New School, the LONS, the LONS
Kick the beat, like Peter Pumpernickel
After the lab, I go fix me a pickle
Watch the boob tube, to gimme some space
The girlfriend shares, and the girlies' underwears
Make me sick of all the sounds, AAAH, fuck
From radio to the video to Arsenio, tell me, yo
What's the scenario

[Verse 3: Posdnuos]
Ichabod cat got nothin' on a ?
I got headphones to match [?]
Stop kick more when I tour as is
Plugs is connect as oral sex come correct
I got checks bigger than bigger than Busta's blunt
I don't go on the frees but I just tease on the ease of a tick tick tack tock
I got lickety [?] but I won't smear
So someone Plug One on my vibe
As I muscle much dollars, gripping much cheese
Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine
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