Potholes In My Lawn (12" Vocal Version) - De La Soul
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De La Soul
(Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again!)<br /> (Get the daisies for the)Potholes in my lawnEverybody's sayin'<br /> What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'<br /> They don't know that the Soul don't go for that<br /> Potholes in my lawn<br /> And that goes for my rhyme sheet<br /> Which I concentrated so hard on, see<br /> I don't ask for maximum security<br /> But my dwellin' is swellin'<br /> It nipped my bud when I happened to fall<br /> Into a spot<br /> Where no ink or an ink-blot<br /> Was on a scroll<br /> I just wrote me a new 'mot'<br /> But now it's gone<br /> There's no<br /> Suckers knew that I hate<br /> To recognise that every time I'm writin'<br /> It's gone(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)<br /> (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)Potholes in my lawnI've found that it's not wise<br /> To leave my garden untended<br /> Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy<br /> Even paws are after my writer<br /> See, I've found that everyone's sayin'<br /> What to do when suckers are preyin'<br /> On my well-guarded spreadsheets<br /> Oh why, hell does it send up fleets<br /> Of evil-doers through the big hole<br /> To get to evil-doers who dig holes<br /> Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew<br /> I think I'd better plant traces to give clues<br /> Or better yet call 911<br /> And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One<br /> Open a chair and let them realize the reason<br /> For concern of the Soul<br /> Cause we've come down with a case of potholes(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)<br /> (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)Potholes in my lawn(Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie<br /> From the cookie jar?)Now you got the message<br /> What to do when you die<br /> The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'<br /> It's a shame that you deny to claim<br /> That you stole my words of fame<br /> That I wrote in my rhyme sheet<br /> Which I concentrated so hard on, see<br /> I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B<br /> But my dwellin' is swellin'<br /> It nipped my bud when I happened to fall<br /> Into a spot<br /> Where no ink or an ink-blot<br /> Was on a scroll<br /> I just wrote me a new 'mot'<br /> But now it's gone there's no<br /> Suckers knew that I hate<br /> To recoginse that every time I'm writin'<br /> It's gonePotholes in my lawn(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)<br /> (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> JOLICOEUR, DAVID / MASON, VINCENT / MERCER, KELVIN / HUSTON, PAUL / ALLEN, THOMAS / BROWN, HAROLD / DICKERSON, MORRIS / GOLDSTEIN, GERALD / JORDAN, LEROY / LEVITIN, LEE / MILLER, CHARLES / SCOTT, HOWARDPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Potholes In My Lawn (12" Vocal Version) Lyrics
(Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again!)
(Get the daisies for the)Potholes in my lawnEverybody'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 lawnI'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 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 gonePotholes in my lawn(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
Songwriters
JOLICOEUR, DAVID / MASON, VINCENT / MERCER, KELVIN / HUSTON, PAUL / ALLEN, THOMAS / BROWN, HAROLD / DICKERSON, MORRIS / GOLDSTEIN, GERALD / JORDAN, LEROY / LEVITIN, LEE / MILLER, CHARLES / SCOTT, HOWARDPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.