Patti Dooke lyrics

Artist  : De La Soul 
Song : Patti Dooke



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(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!)