Potholes In My Lawn

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 sucker 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 (To a spot)

Where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll (Was on a scroll)

I just wrote me a new 'mot', but now it's gone (But now it's gone)

'Cause those suckers knew that I hate

To recognize that every time I'm writin' it's gone (Gone, gone)

Yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh

Yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee-hee-hee

Potholes in my lawn

I've found that it's not wise

To leave my garden untended 'cause eyes

Has now pardoned all laws of privacy (Privacy)

Even paws are after my writer, see

I pursue that everyone's sayin'

What to do when suckers are preyin'

Upon my well-guarded spreadsheets (Spreadsheets)

Oh, why, hell does it send up fleets (Up fleets)

Of evil-doers through the big hole? (Big hole, big hole)

To get to evil-doers who dig holes (Dig holes, dig holes)

Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew

I think I'd better plant traces to give clues

Or better yet, call 911 (Call 9-1)

And when they get here, I inform them I'm the Plug One (The Plug One)

Offer a chair and let them realize the reason (The reason)

For concern of the Soul

'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

Yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh

Yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee-hee-hee

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, when you deny to claim that you stole my words of fame

That I wrote in my rhyme sheet (Rhyme sheet)

Which I concentrated so hard on, see (Hard on, see)

I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B (Fence, B)

My dwellin' is swellin'

It nipped my bud, when I happened to fall into a spot (Into a spot)

Where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll (Was on a scroll)

I just wrote me a new 'mot' but now it's gone (But now it's gone)

'Cause those suckers knew that I hate

To recognize that every time I'm writin' it's gone (Gone, gone)

Potholes in my lawn

Yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh

Yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-oh-hee-hee-hee

Yo Pos, what are sucker MC's diggin'?

Potholes in my lawn. Yo, Dove, what are we fillin'?

We're fillin' potholes in my lawn, yo Mase, what we doin'?

Potholes in my lawn

Yo Mase, what we for?

Potholes in my lawn, yo, Prince Paul, what are you producin'?

Potholes in my lawn, yo, we out here, like what you hear, 40 ounces of beer, have no fear

In the house

Aw, the D.A.I.S.Y. Age is here, sucker

Strictly Dan Stuckie

Strictly

Yes, yes, yes

For 1988

Want the producer to do something about it, sucker, sucker, suckers

And, and

Sue is the house, Sue in the house