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De La Soul - All That Hip Hop - Potholes In My Lawn
All That Hip Hop
Disc 1
01. Planet Rock
02. It's A Party
03. 1,2,3,4 (Sumpin' New)
04. The Jump Off
05. Takin' All The Jazz
06. Can't Let You Go
07. You Played Yourself
08. Bomb Intro/Pass That Dutch
09. Booty Funk
10. Have Fun
11. Case Of The P.T.A.
12. Awnaw
13. Come Into My House
14. Everything's Gonna Be Alright
15. Body In The Trunk
Disc 2
01. Work It
02. Me Myself And I
03. Can't Deny It
04. Colors
05. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
06. Phonetime
07. Kentucky Mud
08. Superthug
09. Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo
10. Latifah's Law
11. Go Brooklyn 3
12. Shamrocks And Shenanigans
13. Never Miss A Beat
14. Nasty
15. The Return Of The Crazy One
Disc 3
01. Too Hot
02. Potholes In My Lawn
03. Queen B@#$H
04. Same As It Ever Was
05. Brooklyn Zoo
06. I Got Love
07. I Got Love
08. Money (Dollar Bill)
09. Invincible
10. Come Baby Come
11. Bring It On
12. Supermodel (You Better Work)
13. Doowutchyalike
14. Feel Me Flow
15. Freedom Got An AK
(Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!)
(Get the daisies for the...)

Potholes in my lawn

DOVE:
Everybody's sayin'
What to do when suckin' 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
There's no
Suckers knew that I hate
To recognise that every time I'm writin'
It's gone

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

Potholes in my lawn

POS:
I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See, I've found that everyone's sayin'
What to do when suckers are preyin'
On 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 911
And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul,
'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

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

Potholes in my lawn

(Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie
From the cookie jar?)

DOVE:
Now you got the message
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 there's no
Suckers knew that I hate
To recoginse that every time I'm writin'
It's gone

Potholes in my lawn

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