Lyrics Potholes in My Lawn - De La Soul
                                                (Yo, 
                                                something's 
                                                wrong 
                                                here. 
                                                No, 
                                                not 
                                                again!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Get 
                                                the 
                                                daisies 
                                                for 
                                                the...)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Potholes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Potholes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Potholes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody's 
                                                sayin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                to 
                                                do 
                                                when 
                                                sucka 
                                                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 
                                                inkblot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                scroll
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                wrote 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                mo
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                now 
                                                it's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suckers 
                                                knew 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                hate
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                recognize 
                                                that 
                                                every 
                                                time 
                                                I'm 
                                                writin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Yodel-a-hee, 
                                                Yodel-oh-hee, 
                                                Yodel-ay)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Yodel-a-hee, 
                                                Yodel-oh-hee, 
                                                Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Potholes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                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-ay)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (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 
                                                method
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                inkblot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                scroll
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                wrote 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                mo
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                now 
                                                it's 
                                                gone 
                                                'cause 
                                                those
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suckers 
                                                knew 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                hate
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                recognize 
                                                that 
                                                every 
                                                time 
                                                I'm 
                                                writin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Potholes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Yodel-a-hee, 
                                                Yodel-oh-hee, 
                                                Yodel-ay)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Yodel-a-hee, 
                                                Yodel-oh-hee, 
                                                Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Potholes 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 De La Orgee
2 Do as De La Does
3 Intro
4 The Magic Number
5 Change In Speak
6 Cool Breeze on the Rocks - The Melted Version
7 Can U Keep a Secret
8 Jenifa Taught Me (Derwin's Revenge)
9 Ghetto Thang
10 Transmitting Live from Mars
11 Eye Know
12 Take It Off
13 A Little Bit of Soap
14 Tread Water
15 Potholes in My Lawn
16 Say No Go
17 Plug Tunin' (Last Chance to Comprehend)
18 Buddy
19 Description
20 Me Myself and I
21 This is a Recording 4 Living in a Fulltime ERA (L.I.F.E.)
22 I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)
23 D.A.I.S.Y. Age
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