作词 : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... Why do we have to cross over? Why are ****** 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 ***** 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 **** with I'm lockin' you out I'm just not the one to **** 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 ****** on Elvis Presley album cover
作词 : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... Why do we have to cross over? Why are ****** 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 ***** 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 **** with I'm lockin' you out I'm just not the one to **** 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 ****** on Elvis Presley album cover
