Potholes in My Lawn (12" Version)

[Intro]

Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!

Get the daisies for the (Potholes in my lawn)

(Potholes in my lawn, potholes in my lawn)

[Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove]

Everybody's sayin' what to do when

Sucker lunatics start diggin' and chewin'

They don't know that the Soul don't go for that

Potholes in my lawn

And that goes 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

'Cause those suckers knew that I hate

To recognize that every time I'm writin' it's gone

[Refrain]

Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a

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

Potholes in my lawn

[Verse 2: Posdnous]

I've found that it's not wise

To leave my garden untended 'cause eyes

Has now pardoned all laws of privacy

Even paws are after my writer, see

I pursue 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 holes

Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew

I think I'd better plant traces to give clues

Or better yet call 9-1-1

And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One

Offer up a chair and let them realize the reason

For concern of the Soul

'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

[Refrain]

Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a

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

[Interlude]

Who stole, who stole

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

[Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove]

Now you got the method

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

'Cause those suckers knew that I hate

To recognize that every time I'm writin' it's gone

[Refrain]

Potholes in my lawn

(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)

(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

[Outro]

Yo Pos, what are sucker MC's diggin'?

Potholes in my lawn. Yo, Dove, what are we fillin'?

We're fillin' potholes in my lawn. Yo Mase, what we doin'?

Potholes in my lawn. Yo Mase, what we for?

Potholes in my lawn. Yo, Prince Paul, what are you producin'?

Potholes in my lawn. Yo, we out here like what you hear, 40 ounces of beer, have no fear

In the house

The Daisy Age is here, sucker

Strickly Dan Stuckie

Strictly, yes, yes, yes

1988

Sucker, sucker, suckers

And, and, who in the house?