Video Potholes In My Lawn 12 Version de De La Soul 2024 Rap Lyrics

De La Soul - Potholes In My Lawn 12 Version Lyrics

Potholes In My Lawn [12" Version] Song Lyrics
Potholes In My Lawn [12" Version] by De La Soul Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn

Everybody's sayin', what to do when suckin' lunatics
Start diggin' and chewin'
They don't know that the Soul don't go for that
Potholes in my lawn

And I go for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for maximum security
But my dwellin' is swellin'

It nipped my bud when I happened to fall into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'mot' but now it's gone
There's no suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin', it's gone

Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee
Potholes in my lawn

I've found that it's not wise to leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer see
I've found that everyone's sayin', what to do when suckers are preyin'
Upon my well-guarded spreadsheets

Oh why, hell does it send up fleets
Of evil doers through the big hole
To get to evil doers who dig hole
Which leaves my lawn of lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces to give clues

Or better yet, call 911
And when they get here, I inform them I'm the plug one
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul
'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee

Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie
From the cookie jar?

Now you got the message
What to do when you die
The death that I predict in 'Plug tunin'
It's a shame that you deny to claim
That you stole my words of fame

That I wrote in my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B
But my dwellin' is swellin'

It nipped my bud when I happened to fall into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'mot' but now it's gone there's no
Suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin', it's gone

Potholes in my lawn

Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee