De La Soul - Patti Dooke Lyrics
(why do we have to cross over? )(why are niggas always crossing over, huh? )(I mean, whats the matter? )(they can accept our music as long as they cant 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 its the patti dooke(its the patti what? )Runnin through the trenches (oh!!)Runnin through the trenches its the pattis dookeRunnin through the trenches (what? )Runnin through the trenches (what? )Runnin through the trenches its the patti dooke(its the patti what? )Runnin through the trenches (oh!!)Runnin through the trenches its the pattis dookeDove: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 mindstateI play control to a fraud(nah it aint happenin)Nada to make it evenRobbin and theivin is one who infiltrates with a colgate frownYall remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies(well, it started in the year of 78)But its 93 or should I say 94 for my style is much more(I said, come in)Come in(come on)Come out into my reservoirAs I macks a men your bastard style has just been stuckBy a sticker with a frigerator lickinWhat if... hows about why wouldNever thought that the napalm would bust the jeansPos:Mash it upThe one with the beardMega moustache the beat (hide it)Deep under sheets, cover this hintHostin all threats but watch out mr. jarbageJimmy and the jet, standin on the pierIm known as the farmerCultivatin mate without mendinBendin, comprimising any of my styles to gain a smileListen while you hear itTheres no pink in my slipI reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me redWhile the boys from tommy plant bridge crossin to a larger communityYet theyre soon to see I have a brother named luckA nigga named dresA groupie named cassandra caught bobbin on the headOf a baby named chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin(afrika and I when sammy bs on the set)Guru:Runnin through the trenches (what? )Runnin through the trenches (what? )Runnin through the trenches its the patti dooke(its the patti what? )Runnin through the trenches (oh!!)Runnin through the trenches its the pattis 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)(everybodys gonna know who this group is)(we just felt that the picture wasnt as important as it was that weSucceeed in crossing over)(cross over aint 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 asunderSeverin the groups I never blunderCashin all the checks on the micI might cherry to the bush, brand plug wonderFunk to the fame against hoodsBridges saggin to woods down underThey cant be raised with the feminine praiseIn conjunction with no chocolate in the mixWhite boy roy cannot feel itBut the first to try and steal itDilute it, pollute it, kill itI see him infiltratin to the massesAnd when the leechin I mo shoot em all in they assesGuru:Runnin through the trenches (what? )Runnin through the trenches (yeah!)Runnin through the trenches its the patti dooke(its the patti what? )Runnin through the trenches (aaah!!)Runnin through the trenches its the pattis dooke(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)(it might blow up but it wont go pop)Pos:I shed light and not skinI aint from europeAfro connects at the root of the retina of the thirdMums the word when ya blind babyBlind to the factDont rest in compton so I dont own a gatBut respect is clear crystalCause millie got a pistolAnd shes down with meWild of most wildBorn child to the old school legitimate (soul)Talker of the many paragraphs agoWalker of the plenty broken calves agoPhantom of the phrase black in many waysCause I see her runnin through the trenchesComin in to rent my styleGuru:Im not the one to ***** withPos:Im lockin you outGuru:Im just not to ***** wit so check itYall know who I amListen up sonPeace to my man premierAnd yall 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!)
