Patti Dooke Lyrics
| Song | Patti Dooke |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | Buhloone Mindstate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... | |
| Why do we have to cross over? | |
| Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'? | |
| And what's the matter? | |
| They accept our music as long | |
| As they can't see our faces? | |
| One, two, one, two, you got it | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mind state | |
| 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 | |
| And 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 man, 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 mustache 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' | |
| Compromising 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 and 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 | |
| LuckA nigga named | |
| DresA 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.'sPrevention against sucka | |
| M.C.'sPrevention against sucka | |
| M.C.'sAnd now, prevention against sucka | |
| M.C.'sWe 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 succeed in crossing over | |
| Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross | |
| Once you 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'ma 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, oh | |
| 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 | |
| EuropeAfro connects at the root of the retina of the third | |
| Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact | |
| Don't rest the | |
| 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' into rent my style | |
| I'm not the one to fuck with | |
| I'm lockin' you out | |
| I'm just not the one to fuck wit so check it | |
| Y'all, y'all know who | |
| I am, listen up, son | |
| Peace to my man, | |
| PremierAnd 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 | |
| Tell me somethin'? | |
| How come they never cross over to us? | |
| I never seen five niggas on | |
| Elvis Presley album cover |
| zuo ci : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... | |
| Why do we have to cross over? | |
| Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'? | |
| And what' s the matter? | |
| They accept our music as long | |
| As they can' t see our faces? | |
| One, two, one, two, you got it | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mind state | |
| 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 | |
| And 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 man, 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 mustache 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' | |
| Compromising 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 and 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 | |
| LuckA nigga named | |
| DresA 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.' sPrevention against sucka | |
| M. C.' sPrevention against sucka | |
| M. C.' sAnd now, prevention against sucka | |
| M. C.' sWe 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 succeed in crossing over | |
| Cross over ain' t nuthin' but a double cross | |
| Once you 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' ma 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, oh | |
| 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 | |
| EuropeAfro connects at the root of the retina of the third | |
| Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact | |
| Don' t rest the | |
| 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' into rent my style | |
| I' m not the one to fuck with | |
| I' m lockin' you out | |
| I' m just not the one to fuck wit so check it | |
| Y' all, y' all know who | |
| I am, listen up, son | |
| Peace to my man, | |
| PremierAnd 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 | |
| Tell me somethin'? | |
| How come they never cross over to us? | |
| I never seen five niggas on | |
| Elvis Presley album cover |
| zuò cí : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... | |
| Why do we have to cross over? | |
| Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'? | |
| And what' s the matter? | |
| They accept our music as long | |
| As they can' t see our faces? | |
| One, two, one, two, you got it | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mind state | |
| 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 | |
| And 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 man, 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 mustache 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' | |
| Compromising 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 and 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 | |
| LuckA nigga named | |
| DresA 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.' sPrevention against sucka | |
| M. C.' sPrevention against sucka | |
| M. C.' sAnd now, prevention against sucka | |
| M. C.' sWe 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 succeed in crossing over | |
| Cross over ain' t nuthin' but a double cross | |
| Once you 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' ma 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, oh | |
| 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 | |
| EuropeAfro connects at the root of the retina of the third | |
| Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact | |
| Don' t rest the | |
| 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' into rent my style | |
| I' m not the one to fuck with | |
| I' m lockin' you out | |
| I' m just not the one to fuck wit so check it | |
| Y' all, y' all know who | |
| I am, listen up, son | |
| Peace to my man, | |
| PremierAnd 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 | |
| Tell me somethin'? | |
| How come they never cross over to us? | |
| I never seen five niggas on | |
| Elvis Presley album cover |
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