Jeff: yo yo, hey man, ain't you guys um, plug one? plug two? Potholes in my lawn? you're those weird guys, de la soul, right? Dove: yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling, i'm dove, how you Feeling. Pos: yo what's up man, my name is pos. Mase: what's up, i'm mase. yo, shorty, what's your name? Jeff: oh, my name? jeff. you guys are walking? now rappers ain't Supposed to walk. Pos: sorry little man, but you know... Jeff: jeff. i told you, my name is jeff. if you guys are rappers, Where's your dukey gold chains? y'all don't have no dukey gold chains. Mase: we don't wear gold chains, we'd rather spend our money on More important things like, women, necessities... De la soul: and video games! Jeff: y'all are crazy. no chains, dag. okay, where's your bmw? You're not supposed to walk. where's your jeeps, your maximas? Dove: maximas? yo, maxin' would break my flow. and with the cause of Gas, jeff man, i'd rather take the transit that's ma**. Jeff: what you say? you are c-r-a-z-e-e. crazee. don't you know you Can't be def if you don't have no gold? or a car, man? what's up? Mase: who told you that? Jeff: everybody who's def has gold, cars, money, girls, clothes... Mase: wait a minute, wait a minute, shorty, you're buggin'. do you like Plug tunin' and Potholes? Jeff: yeah that song's def. Pos: but we don't wear no gold chains, nor do we ride bmw's and Maxes or jeeps, yet you still think our music is def, right? wait a Minute. did i say 'def'? De la soul: rrrr-rrah! Jeff: what? Pos: nothing, nothing. it's just that we don't deal with all that Materialistic stuff, but we still got what it takes to please and Supply our listeners, understand my man? Jeff: where's your beepers? why don't you have beepers? everybody Wears beepers. you have to have beepers to look down. Mase: aaauughhh! little man is brainwashed indeed! Dove: nah, nah. beepers are the least of status situators, man. plus I find them ugly as parking tickets. Jeff: you guys talk funny. Pos: well actually our verbal is kinetic, so when released flow a to Z is perfectly pitched in andvance in intricacy. Jeff: yeah you homeboys are really bugged. Pos: wait a minute. did he say... Mase: bugged? De la soul: rrrr-rrah! Jeff: so no car, no beepers, no gold. that's weak man, that's weak. Dove: jesus, did he say 'weak?' jesus, they never learn. Pos: foolish mind, have i, have i. Mase: actin' like that lady! De la soul: that lady! Pos: peace, my brother...