De La Soul - Potholes in My Lawn lyrics
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[De La Soul - Potholes in My Lawn lyrics]
(Yo, something's wrong here no, not again)
(Get the daisies for the)
Potholes in my lawn
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 recognize 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
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?)
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 potholes in my lawn
(Yodel-a hee, Yodel oh hee, Yodel-a)
(Yodel-a hee, Yodel oh hee
Yodel-ee hee hee hee) potholes in my lawn
(Get the daisies for the)
Potholes in my lawn
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 recognize 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
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?)
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 potholes in my lawn
(Yodel-a hee, Yodel oh hee, Yodel-a)
(Yodel-a hee, Yodel oh hee
Yodel-ee hee hee hee) potholes in my lawn