JB's Strut (feat. Pee Wee Ellis & Fred Westley) - Poncho Sanchez

Why do we have to cross over? Why are niggas always crossing over, huh? I mean, what's the matter, huh? They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces? One, two, one, two, You got it Wootah! 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 mindstate I play control to a fraud (Nah it ain't happenin') Nada to make it even Robbin' and thievin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown Y'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 men 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 your 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 in 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 Luck A nigga named Dres A 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.'s) (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (We 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 we lose our audience we never gon' get them back) (He may even try to change our sound) Let no man put a-sunder Severin' the groups I never blunder Cashin' all the checks on the mic I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug One-der Funk to the fame against hoods Bridges saggin' to woods down un-der 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 mo 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 Europe Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third Mums the word when ya blind baby Blind to the fact Don't rest in 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' in to 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 know who I am Listen up son Peace to my man Premier And 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...) (Do it... fluid... Mess up my mind...) (Do it... fluid... Mess up my mind...) (Do it... fluid... Mess up my mind...) (Tell me somethin' huh?) (How come they never cross over to us, huh?) (I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!)

Matahari, jangan kau berpaling Biarkanlah terang kembali mengisi hariku Biarkan berhenti Dan putar kembali Tak akan bisa kau ambil jantung ini Berhenti berdetak sampai Kau di sini kembali Putar waktu kembali Kunyalakan TV dan tenggelam 'ku di layar kaca Membawaku kembali pada waktu itu Ciuman pertama yang kau rasa Semua berlalu tanpa terasa Tak akan semua kembali seperti Sedia kala di saat semua biasa saja Membawamu kembali di sampingku Membawaku pergi bersamamu Kunyalakan TV dan tenggelam 'ku di layar kaca Membawaku kembali pada waktu itu Ciuman pertama yang kau rasa Semua berlalu tanpa terasa Tak akan semua kembali seperti Sedia kala di saat semua biasa saja Membawamu kembali di sampingku Membawaku pergi bersamamu Dan pastikan Kau akan kembali Tak akan bisa kau ambil jantung ini Berhenti berdetak sampai Kau di sini kembali Putar waktu kembali Kunyalakan TV dan tenggelam 'ku di layar kaca Membawaku kembali pada waktu itu Ciuman pertama yang kau rasa Semua berlalu tanpa terasa Tak akan semua kembali seperti Sedia kala di saat semua biasa saja Membawamu kembali di sampingku Membawaku pergi bersamamu Kunyalakan TV dan tenggelam 'ku di layar kaca Membawaku kembali pada waktu itu Ciuman pertama yang kau rasa Semua berlalu tanpa terasa Tak akan semua kembali seperti Sedia kala di saat semua biasa saja Membawamu kembali di sampingku Membawaku pergi bersamamu Aku di sini inginkan canda dan tawa Teriak lepaskan beban terdalam Aku di sini inginkan canda dan tawa Teriak lepaskan beban terdalam Aku di sini inginkan canda dan tawa Teriak lepaskan beban terdalam Aku di sini inginkan canda dan tawa Teriak lepaskan beban terdalam Belum waktuku Ini waktumu bersinar Belum waktuku Ini waktumu bersinar Belum waktuku Ini waktumu bersinar Belum waktuku Ini waktumu bersinar

Stop the clocks, it's amazing You should see the way the light dances off your hair A million colours of hazel, golden, and red Saturday morning is fading The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again We were love-drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow The weather outside's changing The leaves are buried under six-inches of white The radio is playing Iron & Wine, ooh yeah This is a new dimension This is a level where we're losing track of time I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I We were love-drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared Oh, no I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow