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Why do we have to cross over? |
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Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'? |
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And what' s the matter? |
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They accept our music as long |
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As they can' t see our faces? |
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One, two, one, two, you got it |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches |
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It' s the Patti |
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Dooke, it' s the |
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Patti what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, oh |
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Runnin' through the trenches, it' s the |
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Patti' s Dooke |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches |
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It' s the Patti |
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Dooke, it' s the |
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Patti what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, oh |
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Runnin' through the trenches, it' s the |
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Patti' s Dooke |
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Just the other day |
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I got a starter kit |
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An M is a terrible thing to waste |
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Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state |
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I play control to a fraud |
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Nah, it ain' t happenin', nada to make it even |
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Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a |
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Colgate frown |
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And all remember my nasal for |
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I sniff frequencies |
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Well, it started in the year of ' 78 |
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But it' s ' 93 or should |
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I say ' 94? |
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For my style is much more |
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I said, " Come in", come in |
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Come on, come out into my reservoir |
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As I macks a man, your bastard style has just been stuck |
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By a sticker with a ' |
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Frigerator |
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Lickin'' What if, how' s about, why would? |
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Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans |
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Mash it up, the one with the beard |
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Mega mustache the beat, hide it |
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Deep under sheets, cover this hint |
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Hostin' all threats but watch out |
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Mr. Jarbage |
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Jimmy and the |
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Jet, standin' on the pier |
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I' m known as the farmer |
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Cultivatin' mate without mendin', bendin' |
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Compromising any of my styles to gain a smile |
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Listen while you hear it, there' s no pink in my slip |
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I reckon that the rhythm and the blues and the rap got me red |
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While the boys from |
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Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community |
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Yet they' re soon to see |
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I have a brother named |
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LuckA nigga named |
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DresA groupie named |
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Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head |
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Of a baby named |
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Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin' |
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Afrika and |
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I when Sammy |
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B' s on the set |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches |
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It' s the Patti |
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Dooke, it' s the |
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Patti what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, oh |
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Runnin' through the trenches, it' s the |
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Patti' s Dooke |
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Prevention against sucka |
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M. C.' sPrevention against sucka |
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M. C.' sPrevention against sucka |
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M. C.' sAnd now, prevention against sucka |
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M. C.' sWe decided to change the cover a little bit |
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Because we see the big picture |
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Negroes and white folks buyin' this album |
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Negroes and white folks buyin' this album |
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Everybody' s gonna know who this group is |
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We just felt that the picture wasn' t as important |
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As it was that we succeed in crossing over |
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Cross over ain' t nuthin' but a double cross |
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Once you lose our audience |
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We never gon' get them back |
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He may even try to change our sound |
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Let no man put asunder |
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Severin' the groups |
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I never blunder |
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Cashin' all the checks on the mic |
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I might cherry to the bush, brand |
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Plug Wonder |
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Funk to the fame against hoods |
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Bridges saggin' to woods down under |
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They can' t be raised with the feminine praise |
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In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix |
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White boy, |
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Roy, cannot feel it |
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But the first to try and steal it |
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Dilute it, pollute it, kill it |
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I see him infiltratin' to the masses |
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And when the leechin' |
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I' ma shoot ' em all in they asses |
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Runnin' through the trenches, what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, yeah |
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Runnin' through the trenches |
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It' s the Patti |
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Dooke, it' s the |
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Patti what? |
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Runnin' through the trenches, oh |
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Runnin' through the trenches, it' s the |
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Patti' s Dooke |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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It might blow up but it won' t go pop |
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I shed light and not skin, |
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I ain' t from |
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EuropeAfro connects at the root of the retina of the third |
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Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact |
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Don' t rest the |
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Compton so |
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I don' t own a gat |
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But respect is clear crystal ' cause |
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Millie got a pistol |
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And she' s down with me, wild, of most wild |
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Born child to the old school legitimate soul |
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Talker of the many paragraphs ago |
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Walker of the plenty broken calves ago |
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Phantom of the phrase, black in many ways' |
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Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches |
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Comin' into rent my style |
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I' m not the one to fuck with |
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I' m lockin' you out |
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I' m just not the one to fuck wit so check it |
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Y' all, y' all know who |
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I am, listen up, son |
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Peace to my man, |
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PremierAnd y' all better guard your trenches' |
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Cause we runnin' through ' em |
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Do it, fluid, mess up my mind |
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Do it, fluid, mess up my mind |
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Do it, fluid, mess up my mind |
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Do it, fluid, mess up my mind |
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Do it, fluid, mess up my mind |
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Tell me somethin'? |
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How come they never cross over to us? |
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I never seen five niggas on |
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Elvis Presley album cover |