Why do we to cross over? Why are niggas crossing over somethin'? And the matter? They our music as long As they see our faces? One, two, one, two, you got it
through the trenches, what? Runnin' through the trenches, Runnin' through the It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti through the trenches, oh Runnin' through the trenches, the Patti's Dooke
through the trenches, what? Runnin' through the trenches, Runnin' the trenches the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what? Runnin' the trenches, oh through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Just the other day I got a kit An M is a terrible thing to Caught the face from the backs of the of the mind state I play control to a
Nah, it ain't happenin', to make it even Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates a Colgate frown And all remember my nasal for I frequencies Well, it started in the of '78
But '93 or should I say '94? For my style is more I said, "Come in", in Come on, come out into my
As I macks a man, your bastard has just been stuck By a with a 'Frigerator Lickin'' if, how's about, why would? Never thought that the napalm would the jeans
Mash it up, the one with the Mega the beat, hide it under sheets, cover this hint Hostin' all threats but out Mr. Jarbage
and the Jet, standin' on the pier I'm as the farmer Cultivatin' without mendin', bendin' Compromising any of my styles to a smile
Listen while you hear it, no pink in my slip I reckon the rhythm and the blues and the rap got me red While the boys from Tommy bridge crossin' to a larger community Yet soon to see I have a brother named Luck
A nigga Dres A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the Of a baby named Chris, I missed a kid who wreck when sayin' Afrika and I when B's on the set
through the trenches, what? Runnin' through the trenches, Runnin' the trenches It's the Dooke, it's the Patti what? Runnin' the trenches, oh Runnin' the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Prevention against M.C.'s Prevention sucka M.C.'s Prevention against M.C.'s And now, prevention against M.C.'s
We decided to change the cover a bit Because we see the big Negroes and white buyin' this album
Negroes and white folks buyin' this Everybody's gonna know who group is We just felt that the picture as important As it was that we succeed in over
Cross over nuthin' but a double cross Once you our audience We gon' get them back He may even try to change our
Let no man put Severin' the groups I blunder all the checks on the mic I might cherry to the bush, brand Wonder
Funk to the fame hoods Bridges saggin' to down under They can't be with the feminine praise In with no chocolate in the mix
boy, Roy, cannot feel it But the first to try and it Dilute it, it, kill it I see him infiltratin' to the And when the leechin' shoot 'em all in they asses
Runnin' through the trenches, through the trenches, yeah Runnin' through the It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti through the trenches, oh Runnin' through the trenches, the Patti's Dooke
It might up but it won't go pop It blow up but it won't go pop It might blow up but it go pop It might up but it won't go pop
It might up but it won't go pop It might blow up but it go pop It might up but it won't go pop It might up but it won't go pop
I shed light and not skin, I from Europe Afro connects at the root of the of the third Mums the when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact
Don't the Compton so I don't own a gat But respect is clear crystal 'cause got a pistol And she's with me, wild, of most wild Born child to the old legitimate soul
of the many paragraphs ago Walker of the plenty calves ago of the phrase, black in many ways 'Cause I see her through the trenches Comin' rent my style
I'm not the one to with I'm you out I'm just not the one to fuck wit so it
Y'all, know who I am, listen up, son to my man, Premier And y'all better guard trenches 'Cause we through 'em
Do it, fluid, mess up my Do it, fluid, up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my Do it, fluid, up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my
Tell me How come never cross over to us? I never seen five niggas on Elvis album cover