Potholes In My Lawn Lyrics by 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

    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)

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