Patti Dooke

Why do we have to cross over?

Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'?

And what's the matter?

They accept our music as long

As they can't see our faces?

One, two, one, two, you got it

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

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 mind state

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

And 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 man, your bastard 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 the jeans

Mash it up, the one with the beard

Mega mustache 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'

Compromising 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 and 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

LuckA nigga named

DresA groupie named

Cassandra 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

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 sucka

M.C.'sPrevention against sucka

M.C.'sPrevention against sucka

M.C.'sAnd now, prevention against sucka

M.C.'sWe 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 succeed in crossing over

Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross

Once you lose our audience

We never gon' get them back

He may even try to change our sound

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, kill it

I see him infiltratin' to the masses

And when the leechin'

I'ma shoot 'em all in they asses

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, oh

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

I shed light and not skin,

I ain't from

EuropeAfro connects at the root of the retina of the third

Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact

Don't rest the

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' into rent my style

I'm not the one to fuck with

I'm lockin' you out

I'm just not the one to fuck wit so check it

Y'all, y'all know who

I am, listen up, son

Peace to my man,

PremierAnd 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

Tell me somethin'?

How come they never cross over to us?

I never seen five niggas on

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