ฟังเพลงPatti Dooke (Explicit)

Patti Dooke (Explicit) - De La Soul/Guru/Maceo Parker/Fred Wesley/Pee Wee Ellis

Composed by：Kelvin Mercer/David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Paul Huston/Scott M Sterling/Lawrence Parker

Produced by：De La Soul/Prince Paul

Why do 'cross over

Why are niggas always crossing over somehow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm not the one to **** with

I'm lockin' you out

I'm just not to **** 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

Tell me somethin' huh

How come they never 'cross over to us huh

I never seen five niggas on elvis presley album cover