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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maseo
Maseo
DJ
Posdnuos
Posdnuos
Vocals
Trugoy the Dove
Trugoy the Dove
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Songwriter
Paul Huston
Paul Huston
Songwriter
Ruth Copeland
Ruth Copeland
Songwriter
Morris Dickerson
Morris Dickerson
Songwriter
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Songwriter
Leroy Jordan
Leroy Jordan
Songwriter
Charles Miller
Charles Miller
Songwriter
Sylvester Allen
Sylvester Allen
Songwriter
Jerry Goldstein
Jerry Goldstein
Songwriter
Lee Oskar Levitin
Lee Oskar Levitin
Songwriter
Scotty Hard
Scotty Hard
Songwriter
De La Soul
De La Soul
Arranger
Prince Paul
Prince Paul
Arranger
Posdnuos
Posdnuos
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
De La Soul
De La Soul
Producer
Prince Paul
Prince Paul
Producer
Posdnuos
Posdnuos
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fossenkemper
Michael Fossenkemper
Mastering Engineer
Scotty Hard
Scotty Hard
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

(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
Writer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Lee Levitin, Charles Miller, Thomas Allen, Morris Dickerson, Howard Scott, Gerald Goldstein, Leroy Jordan, Harold Brown, Paul E Huston, Ruth Copeland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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