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Some information about Patti Dooke Lyrics Title: De La Soul - Patti Dooke lyrics Artist: De La Soul Album: Buhloone Mindstate Visitors: 8 visitors have visited Patti Dooke Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. (Why do we have to cross over?) (Why are niggas always crossing overhuh?) (I meanwhat s the matter?) (They can accept our music as long as they can t see our faces?) (OneTwoOne 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 (Wellit 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 sheetscover this hint Hostin all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage Jimmy and the jetstandin 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 ChrisI 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 nowprevention 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 bushbrand 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 itpollute itkill 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 ushuh?) (I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover Hottest songs from De La Soul : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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