De La Soul Patti Dooke Lyrics

Patti Dooke Lyrics

(Why do we have to cross over?)
(Why are niggas always crossing over
huh?)
(I mean what's the matter?)
(They can accept our music as long as
they can't see our faces?)
(One Two One Two; You got
it)
Wootah!
GURU:
Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
Runnin'
through the trenches (What?)
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti
Dooke
(It's the Patti what?)
Runnin' through the trenches
(Oh!!)
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
Runnin'
through the trenches (What?)
Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
Runnin'
through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
(It's the Patti what?)
Runnin'
through the trenches (Oh!!)
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's
Dooke
DOVE:
Just the other day I got a starter kit
(An M is a terrible
thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the
mindstate
I play control to a fraud
(Nah it ain't happenin')
Nada to
make it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate
frown
Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started
in the year of '78)
But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much
more
(I said, "Come in")
Come in
(Come on)
Come out into my
reservoir
As I macks a men your bastard style has just been stuck
By a
sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if... how's about why would
Never
thought that the napalm would bust the jeans
POS:
Mash it up
The one
with the beard
Mega moustache the beat (hide it)
Deep under sheets, cover
this hint
Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage
Jimmy and the jet,
standin' on the pier
I'm known as the farmer
Cultivatin' mate without
mendin'
Bendin', comprimising any of my styles to gain a smile
Listen
while you hear it
There's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and
the blues in the rap got me red
While the boys from Tommy plant bridge
crossin' to a larger community
Yet they're soon to see I have a brother
named Luck
A nigga named Dres
A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on
the head
Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when
sayin'
(Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set)
GURU:
Runnin' through
the trenches (What?)
Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
Runnin' through
the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
(It's the Patti what?)
Runnin' through
the trenches (Oh!!)
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's
Dooke
(Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
(Prevention against sucka
M.C.'s)
(Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
(And now, prevention against
sucka M.C.'s)
(We decided to change the cover a little bit)
(Because we
see the big picture)
(Negroes and white folks buyin' this album)
(Negroes
and white folks buyin' this album)
(Everybody's gonna know who this group
is)
(We just felt that the picture wasn't as important as it was that
we
succeeed in crossing over)
(Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double
cross)
(Once we lose our audience we never gon' get them back)
(He may
even try to change our sound)
POS:
Let no man put asunder
Severin' the
groups I never blunder
Cashin' all the checks on the mic
I might cherry to
the bush, brand Plug Wonder
Funk to the fame against hoods
Bridges saggin'
to woods down under
They can't be raised with the feminine praise
In
conjunction with no chocolate in the mix
White boy Roy cannot feel it
But
the first to try and steal it
Dilute it, pollute it, kill it
I see him
infiltratin' to the masses
And when the leechin' I mo shoot 'em all in they
asses
GURU:
Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
Runnin' through the
trenches (Yeah!)
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
(It's
the Patti what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (Aaah!!)
Runnin' through
the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
(It might blow up but it won't go
pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it
won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up
but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might
blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go
pop)
POS:
I shed light and not skin
I ain't from Europe
Afro
connects at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the word when ya blind
baby
Blind to the fact
Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat
But
respect is clear crystal
Cause Millie got a pistol
And she's down with
me
Wild of most wild
Born child to the old school legitimate
(soul)
Talker of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken
calves ago
Phantom of the phrase black in many ways
Cause I see her
runnin' through the trenches
Comin' in to rent my style
GURU:
I'm not
the one to fuck with
POS:
I'm lockin' you out
GURU:
I'm just not to
fuck wit so check it
Y'all know who I am
Listen up son
Peace to my man
Premier
And y'all better guard your trenches 'cause we runnin' through
'em
(Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
(Do it....fluid....Mess up my
mind....)
(Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
(Do it....fluid....Mess
up my mind....)
(Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
(Do
it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
(Do it....fluid....Mess up my
mind....)
(Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
(Tell me somethin'
huh?)
(How come they never cross over to us, huh?)
(I never seen five
niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!)