Текст песни De La Soul - Potholes in My Lawn
De La Soul - Potholes in My Lawn слова песни
(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)