Artist: De La Soul
Album:  De La Soul is Dead
Song:   Keepin the Faith
   
   DOVE:
   Jody got a cat but she won't let it out
   Oh tough luck, 'cause it makes Jack pout
   Waiting on the wins he moves to the next
   Searching for the cheese, looking for the text
   In the Big Blue in search of the skins
   Grinning and laughing, laughing and grinning
   Padlock Jody got the whole scene played
   No knockin' boots till she's 14K'd
   Diamond in the back, sunroof top
   Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop
   Jack plays the back, just knockin' other socks
   'Cause now in the hood he's
   (Johnny the Fox)
   Till one ring came, Jody blew a park
   Found about Jody round the corner in the park
   Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news
   Practising the range, bellowing the blues
   Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate
   "Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got a date"
   Padlock Jody's screaming "Wait, wait, wait!"
   "Don't worry, hon," he replies, "I'm keepin' the faith"
   
   POS:
   I'll never do the baseball with you again
   Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
   'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
   Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
   Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
   Want that bush, heard you're from Flatbush
   Ran after ya, caught ya,
   Brought ya to Long Island, stylin' for a while
   In my hut, I was on a cut for a peck
   A silly Greg Peck
   You tried to play me new, Plug One you disconnect
   I'd try to touch your hair (You would say no)
   Yo, I'd try to touch your hair (You would say no)
   Is is 'cause you want my financial flaunt?
   First you gotta please me, nice and easy
   But I guess you want that in reverse,
   So I stand Plug First can see
   We got a serious block
   Turn the other way, ooh what do I spot?
   A hoopin' Hey Love whose scent left a trace
   Had a stash in her pocket with a body that's safe
   Ball to the eight, now you wanna swing?
   Forget the rap, yo, Black Sheep, sing
   (You're banned, you're banned)
   (You're banned, honey dip, you're banned)
   (You're banned)
   Yo, you're banned
   Ya banned by the preacher man
   You played yourself a stew
   Now to me you step, never mind love
   The faith is being kept
   
   DOVE:
   Now remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here's the fact
   Jack little wick but she was acting wack
   Jack wanna lay but laying ain't exact
   For the past four or five she was banned by the pack
   Hip to the witness, putting on a plan
   No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man
   Jack knows that honey means playing a game,
   Only wanna bowl, got nabbed for the fame
   Claude Van Damme (God damn)
   Sam was the man that you planned to command
   Nothing new about a neighborhood
   You know what? Padlock Jody wanna cut
   Jack's thinking cap, make mine into a pack
   "Yo, here's 20, 40, 60, pay me back"
   Conscience appears, "Yo Jack, what you doing?"
   "You play the cold while honey here's cooling?"
   "You don't have to if you don't want to!"
   "You don't have to if you don't want... to!"
   So he begins with the ring, ring, ring,
   "Hey Judy girl, how ya doin'
   Seen you with another man, what you doing? Screwing?
   Ooh, shame on you! What, you can't wait
   For the big bait? Well, I'mma tell you straight,
   Honey child, I'm keepin' the faith!"