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Album: 3 Feet High (1989)
Artists: De La Soul

  1. A Little Bit Of Soap
  2. Buddy
  3. Can U Keep A Secret?
  4. Change In Speak
  5. Cool Breeze On The Rocks
  6. D.a.i.s.y. Age
  7. De La Orgee
  8. Description
  9. Do As De La Does
  10. Eye Know
  11. Ghetto Thang
  12. I Can Do Anything (delacratic)
  13. Intro
  14. Jenifa Taught Me (derwin's Revenge)
  15. Me, Myself And I
  16. Plug Tunin' (last Chance To Comprehend)
  17. Plug Tunin' (original 12"version)
  18. Potholes In My Lawn
  19. Say No Go
  20. Take It Off
  21. The Magic Number
  22. This Is A Recording For Living In A Fulltime Era (l.i.f.e.)
  23. Transmitting Live From Mars
  24. Tread Water


De La Soul
3 Feet High
Potholes In My Lawn
(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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