笨小笨Pease Porridge (Explicit)歌词由De La Soul演唱，出自专辑《De La Soul is Dead (Explicit)》，下面是《Pease Porridge (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Pease Porridge (Explicit)歌词完整版
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, man 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 off 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 B, 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 be there, I'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!
(Background:)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loo, 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
Consis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, were played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It kept, 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 me dance the King Tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix
Yo, Miss Thing!
Yo Marisol, what's up?
You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo 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 kids walked up to them and said something about hippies being 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 what I mean?…
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)
Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no?
Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown
We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick
But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm
With e, with ease 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, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road
The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step
It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul
Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups
Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade
In their face and kick their little butts
And they're off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape
Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted
(Background:)
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
(One at a time, touch together)
People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit
The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when, but when we fly that head all the people say
Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like
In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, we sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand, I don't understand
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
