De La Soul - Pease Porridge | Текст песни

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SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul)
- Yo, gee
- Yo, word up, gee, man
- Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
- Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man
- Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!
- Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
- They ain't punks, man
- Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack
- Yo, but, yo, that "Buddy", that was kind of fly, man, and
"Potholes?" Slammin'. Slammin'
- Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they
Came out with "Plug One, Plug Two" then "Potholes", yo
Then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
Straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots
- Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club
Though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there!
- Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
Show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them!
(Background:)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)

POS:
My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance
The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring
My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late, but lately loonies acting real bold
Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry
Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix

GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette)
- Yo, Miss Thing!
- Yo Merisa, what's up?
- You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo I
Was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'
- Word man?
- Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
The dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
Them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one
Plug Three?
- Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him
- All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
Real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them
Other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other
Ones, the other ones?
- The Violators
- The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care
Who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?
- Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs
Things like that, you know...

MASE:
Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? (Yes you can!)
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints?
(I-I-I don't know)

GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel)
Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it
Keeps me peacefully, no?

MASE:
Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

DOVE:
We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick
But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm
I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity
And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat
I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
And sip the Porridge deep into my system
So mel,

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