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Artist: De La Soul
Album:  Buhloone Mindstate
Song:   Patti Dooke
   
   (Why do we have to cross over?)
   (Why are niggas always crossing over, huh?)
   (I mean, what's the matter?)
   (They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces?)
   
   (One, Two, One Two; You got it)
   Wootah!
   
   GURU:
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
   (It's the Patti what?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
   
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
   (It's the Patti what?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
   
   DOVE:
   Just the other day I got a starter kit
   (An M is a terrible thing to waste)
   Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mindstate
   I play control to a fraud
   (Nah it ain't happenin')
   Nada to make it even
   Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
   Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
   (Well, it started in the year of '78)
   But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more
   (I said, "Come in")
   Come in
   (Come on)
   Come out into my reservoir
   As I macks a men your bastard style has just been stuck
   By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
   What if... how's about why would
   Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans
   
   POS:
   Mash it up
   The one with the beard
   Mega moustache the beat (hide it)
   Deep under sheets, cover this hint
   Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage
   Jimmy and the jet, standin' on the pier
   I'm known as the farmer
   Cultivatin' mate without mendin'
   Bendin', comprimising any of my styles to gain a smile
   Listen while you hear it
   There's no pink in my slip
   I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red
   While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community
   Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck
   A nigga named Dres
   A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head
   Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
   (Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set)
   
   GURU:
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
   (It's the Patti what?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
   
   (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
   (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
   (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
   (And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s)
   
   (We decided to change the cover a little bit)
   (Because we see the big picture)
   (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album)
   (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album)
   (Everybody's gonna know who this group is)
   (We just felt that the picture wasn't as important as it was that we
   succeeed in crossing over)
   (Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross)
   (Once we lose our audience we never gon' get them back)
   (He may even try to change our sound)
   
   POS:
   Let no man put asunder
   Severin' the groups I never blunder
   Cashin' all the checks on the mic
   I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder
   Funk to the fame against hoods
   Bridges saggin' to woods down under
   They can't be raised with the feminine praise
   In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix
   White boy Roy cannot feel it
   But the first to try and steal it
   Dilute it, pollute it, kill it
   I see him infiltratin' to the masses
   And when the leechin' I mo shoot 'em all in they asses
   
   GURU:
   Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (Yeah!)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
   (It's the Patti what?)
   Runnin' through the trenches (Aaah!!)
   Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
   
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   (It might blow up but it won't go pop)
   
   POS:
   I shed light and not skin
   I ain't from Europe
   Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third
   Mums the word when ya blind baby
   Blind to the fact
   Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat
   But respect is clear crystal
   Cause Millie got a pistol
   And she's down with me
   Wild of most wild
   Born child to the old school legitimate (soul)
   Talker of the many paragraphs ago
   Walker of the plenty broken calves ago
   Phantom of the phrase black in many ways
   Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches
   Comin' in to rent my style
   
   GURU:
   I'm not the one to fuck with
   
   POS:
   I'm lockin' you out
   
   GURU:
   I'm just not to fuck wit so check it
   Y'all know who I am
   Listen up son
   Peace to my man Premier
   And y'all better guard your trenches 'cause we runnin' through 'em
   
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....)
   
   (Tell me somethin' huh?)
   (How come they never cross over to us, huh?)
   (I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!)