De La Soul - Eye Patch lyrics
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[De La Soul - Eye Patch lyrics]
Thank you, thank you
And for my latest basket of
Cheers, here it goes, baby!
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
Mess up my mind with the eye patch
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
Mess up my mind with the eye patch
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
Mess up my mind with the eye patch
(Everything I do gonna be funky)
Channeling in sync so my would bring (What)
With that causin' all fat
I'm responsible for ya diet (Keep it quiet)
Yo I got beats
State this stitch on my national fabric
My daughter will speak the Arabic
That's how I live levitate to my nation when
Holding up your nickels
I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles
Like green on the pickle
My papes are the up
Master of the cabbage patch
Ya' eyes got the latch
So catch the cut, I hold the rut
For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path
I be the finder of the patch
Can the cat's tongue slip
Ya' do the 'da zip'
Take the horse into the jolly ranch
Keep the hush (whistle)
The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it kid
(Ahh) do doot doot do do do do do
Show the sheep cause I found the fool
When I string the man with the eye patch
The eye patch
When I'm walkin' it and could ya' make
It go sha na na na
Mmm, it sniffs good
Punks show disguises while I'm
Standing on the wood i be the in
Cause the brotha' holdin' Glocks is out
I be the in
Cause the pusha' runnin' blocks is out
I be the in cause the kid smokin' weed
Shootin' seed which leads to
A girl's stomach bein'
'bout a half a ton is out
Show the fingerprint and give me
Good grief for my lumber
Pants will sag cause my license as a plumber
Feel the Plug (Yo, something's wrong here)
Now give a shout yo what's up
I'd like to give a holler to
Big 4-7 off in the Oakenone!
And I bring an income in
To my baby girl Twyla
In White Plains and all my
Peoples out in Delaware yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'd like to give a shout out
To all those rappers who dissed us on record
And I wanna let you know you're still wack
And oh yeah
I ain't mention no names cause you might f-
(Hold it, I'm sorry
I didn't know you were going back to that)
(Ecoutez ecoutez)
And for my latest basket of
Cheers, here it goes, baby!
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
Mess up my mind with the eye patch
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
Mess up my mind with the eye patch
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
Mess up my mind with the eye patch
(Everything I do gonna be funky)
Channeling in sync so my would bring (What)
With that causin' all fat
I'm responsible for ya diet (Keep it quiet)
Yo I got beats
State this stitch on my national fabric
My daughter will speak the Arabic
That's how I live levitate to my nation when
Holding up your nickels
I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles
Like green on the pickle
My papes are the up
Master of the cabbage patch
Ya' eyes got the latch
So catch the cut, I hold the rut
For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path
I be the finder of the patch
Can the cat's tongue slip
Ya' do the 'da zip'
Take the horse into the jolly ranch
Keep the hush (whistle)
The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it kid
(Ahh) do doot doot do do do do do
Show the sheep cause I found the fool
When I string the man with the eye patch
The eye patch
When I'm walkin' it and could ya' make
It go sha na na na
Mmm, it sniffs good
Punks show disguises while I'm
Standing on the wood i be the in
Cause the brotha' holdin' Glocks is out
I be the in
Cause the pusha' runnin' blocks is out
I be the in cause the kid smokin' weed
Shootin' seed which leads to
A girl's stomach bein'
'bout a half a ton is out
Show the fingerprint and give me
Good grief for my lumber
Pants will sag cause my license as a plumber
Feel the Plug (Yo, something's wrong here)
Now give a shout yo what's up
I'd like to give a holler to
Big 4-7 off in the Oakenone!
And I bring an income in
To my baby girl Twyla
In White Plains and all my
Peoples out in Delaware yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'd like to give a shout out
To all those rappers who dissed us on record
And I wanna let you know you're still wack
And oh yeah
I ain't mention no names cause you might f-
(Hold it, I'm sorry
I didn't know you were going back to that)
(Ecoutez ecoutez)