Prince Paul - Patti Dooke lyrics

(Why do we have to cross over?) (Why are n***as 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 ba*tard 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 your 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 n***a named Dres A groupie named Ca**andra 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 s**a M.C.'s) (Prevention against s**a M.C.'s) (Prevention against s**a M.C.'s) (And now, prevention against s**a 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, k** it I see him infiltratin' to the ma**es And when the leechin' I mo shoot 'em all in they a**es 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 f** with POS: I'm lockin' you out GURU: I'm just not to f** 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 n***as on Elvis Presley album cover!)