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"Potholes in My Lawn (12" Version)" is a track by De La Soul, from the album 3 Feet High and Rising [Reissue Bonus Disc], released 31st December 1988. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about De La Soul.
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[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?
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